| A flatline is the only way that my pen stoppin'
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| I been locked in from sun-up, noon, night to the evening
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| Tryna align the pieces, fighting demons
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| Heart turning colder, despite the season
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| I’m tryna manage it
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| Juggling management, can’t afford ramblin'
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| When all the answers seem crystal clear
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| I can’t afford gamblin'
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| With my one and only career
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| Feel like they tryna sabotage it
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| But I done share the same songs with Wayne, G-Eazy, Logic, Wale, SU, Raekwon, Q,
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| Suga Free, Ty, Jill Scott, Vince
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| I can really do this all day
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| The main topic is I done made 6 figure deposits, so you can’t stop the kid
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| Coming from a family full of liquor poison
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| I’m the opposite of a disappointment
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| Stackin' up checks from unemployment
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| Hennesy anointed, that’s just they enjoyment
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| We on cloud 909
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| Yeah, floatin' baby, I’m floatin'
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, floatin' baby, I’m floatin'
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| (To my side)
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| Yeah, floatin' baby, I’m floatin'
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, floatin' baby, I’m floatin'
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| I get this high to stay from low
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| No fear of heights, ain’t scared to fall
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| Life movin' fast, burnin' slow
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| The pain don’t worry me at all
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| I’m feelin' numb again
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| Like I’m the one again
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| You’ll never understand
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| Nigga almost killed himself before he got here
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| So please do not feel yourself if you not here
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| You mean too much to me
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| So all I really see
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| Is clouds in your eyes
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| High on the rise
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| High on the rise
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| If you don’t feel the flights
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| I will be your light
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| Night shine to sunrise
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| No need to wonder why
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| It’s just the sky
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| You love
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| When you’re staring at the clouds
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| (All you really see)
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| I want you to
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| (All you really see)
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| Think about
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| (Saying please come back to me)
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| Please come back
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| (Please come back to me)
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| Staring at the clouds
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| (All you really see)
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| I want you to
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| (All you really see)
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| Think about
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| (Saying please come back to me)
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| Please come back
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| I’m on cloud 909, soon as she textin' in
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| I’m on cloud 909, windows down on the ten
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| (And I’m on cloud 909, when we roll up again
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| I’m on cloud 909, forgive me for my sins)
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| I’m on cloud 909 when I go and freeze the wrist
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| When I got some fire ass weed to hit
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| When a nigga don’t got to lease the whip
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| When I hear a brand new beat from Hit
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| (When I swerve in the streets and shit
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| Not worry who I’m beefin' wit
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| One woman, not one girl I’m creepin' wit, yeah)
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| Staring at the clouds
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| (All you really see)
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| I want you to
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| (All you really see)
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| Think about
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| (Saying please come back to me)
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| Please come back
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| (Please come back to me)
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| Staring at the clouds
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| (All you really see)
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| I want you to
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| (All you really need)
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| Think about
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| (Saying please come back to me)
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| Please come back
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| (Please come back to me) |