| Canadian Cotton
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| I just left all my drama at the door
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| My niggas fucking bitches on the hardwood floor
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| I had to clean up throw up
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| Sometimes I’d rather live no more
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| Candian Cotton
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| Woah woah, in the lobby up in NYC
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| I was countin' my chickens we didn’t even get to see
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| Can’t blame nobody but me
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| Can’t blame nobody but me
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| Candian Cotton
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| Alpaca on my bitch back make her feel real
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| When her titties on her chest make my dick feel
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| I on an inside
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| through the deal
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| Canadian Cotton
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| Cum on the titties wipe it off with a dishrag
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| Overnight flight where the tips at
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| I’m in the back tryna cop a sniff bag
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| I’m in the back tryna cop a sniff bag
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| Canadian Cotton
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| I just saw my problem
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| Whipping through the Thursday and Autumn
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| Cold brisk air
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| But the shits ain’t Prada, the shits ain’t Prada
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| Canadian Cotton
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| Smells right there life is rotten
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| Everybody in the game is garbage
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| I still have Canadian cotton
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| Like a safe song I feel just like home
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| Canadian cotton
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| (Fuck this day it’s so fucking long God damn
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| How I forget my fucking keys God damn shit
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| How I forget my fucking wallet)
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| Say i’m selfish call it what you want
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| Been crying, crying through your
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| I’m crying into the bed sheets
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| Cause they never loved me
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| The fuck they ain’t love me
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| Canadian cotton
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| Say i’m selfish call it what you want
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| Been crying, crying through your
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| I’m crying into the bed sheets
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| Cause they never loved me
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| The fuck they ain’t love me
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| Canadian cotton
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| Ain’t nothing feel better than the bed
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| Turn the phone off, but I’d rather be dead
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| But this is good as it gets
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| My body feel free as my mind start to forget
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| All that it took was getting back in the bed
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| Canadian cotton
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| All over my head
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| The world bring me down so I lay here to rest
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| Couldn’t think of anything that’s this fresh
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| A nigga shouldn’t be so stressed
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| High blood pressure make me see my death
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| Don’t wanna see what’s next
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| When I close curtains we leave stress
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| Lost friends, I’m the last of the set, I had to protect
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| Fake ass niggas phony, bite style
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| See them in the public and they don’t even smile
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| They so unkind, they so unkind
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| Nigga like me, I’m just tryna unwind
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| Say i’m selfish call it what you want
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| Been crying, crying through your
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| I’m crying into the bed sheets
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| Cause they never loved me
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| The fuck they ain’t love me
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| Canadian cotton
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| Say i’m selfish call it what you want
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| Been crying, crying through your
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| I’m crying into the bed sheets
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| Cause they never loved me
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| The fuck they ain’t love me
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| Canadian cotton |