| Head keep spinning when I go outdoors
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| It ain’t no Porsche, but it whip like Forza
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| Miss my boy, hope he knows it
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| I lose focus, got no choice
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| Keep composure with this doja
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| Hand on my holster, coming in closer
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| I got ghosts and I been ghostin'
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| I was coastin', now I’m chokin'
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| Now I’m
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| Going through the motions, I got potions
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| Three point scoping, long plays only
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| I don’t wanna fuck, baby I’m just lonely
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| Put it on us if you ever gon' lie
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| Cause I don’t mind if it don’t keep going
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| You know I’m high but you know I ain’t joking
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| You know I write songs but you know I ain’t open
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| I know I ain’t
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| No I ain’t boasting, maybe I’m broken
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| Things said quiet sound like an explosion
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| Only for a moment, how i’m finna hold you when it’s all over?
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| Know what I know and I don’t need closure, I don’t need peace
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| If I didn’t pick up your call on time, it’s cause I’m on DND
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| If the wind picked up and the world caught fire
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| Would it still be beef?
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| If I put this grind in to be the one that’s in your mind
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| Would it still be me?
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| And I bought some time to make sure I hit my line
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| But it ain’t that cheap
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| Ain’t no free
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| Might be what I want but it’s not what I need
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| No need to hold your fire
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| I’ll be okay on mommas
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| I’ll be just fine without you
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| Problems just mine without you
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| No need to make your mind up
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| I’ll be okay, your honor
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| I need to clear my charges
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| You judge me way too often
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| No need to hold your fire
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| I’ll be okay on mommas
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| I’ll be just fine without you
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| Problems just mine without you
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| No need to make your mind up
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| I’ll be okay, your honor
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| I need to clear my charges
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| You judge me way too often
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| But it keep comin', now I ain’t coming home again
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| If it keep coming, how I’m gon' know when it end?
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| If I keep jumping, how I’m gon' know where to land?
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| I got seals under my bed that I ain’t opening
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| See me struggling, but it’s just some shit I’m on again
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| If it ain’t nothing, how the fuck it’s killing all my friends?
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| All these open ends, I can’t even hold my pen
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| Up my window tint in case I take that road again |