| Why you so dramatic?
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| Why you so dramatic?
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| You think I give a fuck or you talk static
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| I’m holdin' heaven it’s automatic
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| You think I give a fuck or you talk static
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| I’m holdin' heaven it’s automatic
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| Cause I gotta stay fresh
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| Fiji water in my iron
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| Yeah I gotta stay fresh
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| Fiji water in my iron
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| Ho I gotta stay fresh
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| Fiji water in my iron
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| Yeah I gotta stay fresh
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| Fiji water in my iron
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| Cause each day we wake up
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| We smoke L’s we make love
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| We bump Soul in your basement
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| Bump Cole in my truck
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| Cause we ride, we ride, we ride, we ride
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| We ride, we ride, we ride, we ride
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| It’s just me, you, Jack, and Ginger
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| Mary’s here my dear
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| No need to ask I’ll bring her pour me a glass
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| I’m in my zone
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| I’m in my zone
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| And if it’s mine that’s you honey
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| Stick together like new money
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| Hit Dubai on that dune buggies
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| Catch some rays like it’s T&a Bay
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| And I know what drives you crazy
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| On how I switch daily
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| From love is so amazing
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| To love is so enslaving
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| Yet all you have is patience
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| Fight for us as if life is love
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| If love is gone it’s dead life in us
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| I repent all my sins
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| Always trynna put knife in us
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| I hear my devil’s enticing but
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| They run amok every night
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| They love to fuck WOOP
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| They ain’t nothin' but some pressure cause
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| Pressure buzz
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| Promise for the two of us never rush
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| It’s me, you, Jack, and Ginger
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| Mary’s here my dear
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| No need to ask I’ll bring her, pour me a glass
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| I’m in my zone
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| And she was like Lauryn Hill tell him
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| I was trynna be a player still all my Bill Bellamy
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| But she couldn’t understand
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| Cause everytime we go out we go out with a bang
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| She just want a taste
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| Fill up with regrets now you get em by the tags
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| Bitch you never wear the smiley face OK
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| You can tell me bout it or you can tell it to the A’s
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| Cause we never let it go to waste
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| Don’t you ever let me go to waste
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| Black star so we couldn’t burn out
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| Like black cards we ain’t gettin' turned down
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| My God gon' get the word out
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| That’s laughter my bitch got ass like Nasa
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| That line prolly only makes sense to me
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| That’s fine I’m the shit to me
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| That’s fine I’m the shit to me
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| Why you so dramatic?
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| Why you so dramatic? |