| Raw, rugged on the scary beat runnin
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| Give me anxiety like repo man comin
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| Ozzman cometh
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| World finna plummet
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| Demons in my dick, let em breed in the stomach
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| Antwon on your shit list
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| I’m the best, bitch, still get Christmas gifts from all of my exes
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| Blackin out at the function quick
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| Celebrating at the chest like friendship don’t exist
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| (LAAAUUUGH NOOOWW!)
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| And this is for the people that talk shit
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| About you, but when they see you, they walk around you
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| (LAAAUUUGH NOOOWW!)
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| Alone in a crowded room
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| Keep my thoughts to myself cuz deep down I really hate you
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| Model Americana, livin life like born to die
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| Meetin at the Y, surf, and toss hat to the side
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| Sky opened up, crop circles, friends, fair weather
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| Dead stock in my closet, English leather
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| Get it poppin like somebody bought a pistol
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| We dyin in the pussy, so my girl slit her wrists too
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| The nature riggin it on you nigga, you buggin
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| I’ll paint an ugly picture, dead roses by the dozens |