| Tie my laces up, headed to the flo'
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| Strut on fire, sleep no mo'
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| Flow no mess, fade out quick
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| Get me lit, watch this trick
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| Turn that lonely shit, might lose it again, make me choose it again
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| Make me lose it again, watchin — when — hit herself
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| Because that thing has got to end
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| Hold her till the color fade
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| Her waist, her face, her touch, the bitch tapped in
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| Her pose, her clothes, she knows, the bitch tapped in
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| Her waist, her face, her touch, the bitch tapped in
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| Her pose, her clothes, she knows, the bitch tapped in
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| She’s still runnin'
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| She’s still runnin'
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| Endo, endo
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| Don’t feel me
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| Slowly hear me, homie, feel it
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| Open up, got too lated
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| Take this, I’m no more rated
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| It’s always apart
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| It’s dizzy, touched down
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| I’m still faded
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| You runnin' out
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| That’s what I’m talkin' about
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| I’m on a run, on a run, on
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| Bringing me
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| I’m on a run, on a run, on
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| I’m on a run, on a run, on
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| I’m still runnin' away
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| Her waist, her face, her touch, the bitch tapped in
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| Her pose, her clothes, she knows, the bitch tapped in
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| Her waist, her face, her touch, the bitch tapped in
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| Her pose, her clothes, she knows, the bitch tapped in
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| She’s still runnin' |