| Look, alright, yeah I’m sittin' out here waitin' on 'em
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| Alright look, if you don’t got it, you don’t gotta do all that
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| I don’t give a fuck where you was at, I just.
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| You know where to be at
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| Yo, look, yeah, uh, shit been sticky lately
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| Niykee Heaton, Nikki Baby, I was Nicki crazy
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| Had dreams of menagin' both but they been missin' lately
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| I’m off the liquor so I’m different maybe
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| Listen, baby, I drove Alyssa crazy, these bitches hate me
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| Shout out to Gail, she forever real
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| You ever feel like you need me then you know the deal
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| I know she never will, and I respect her still
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| She saw the wave and kept it real before my record deal
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| But now I’m settin' sail, yeah I’m settin' sail
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| A star born starboard in this wretched hell
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| My life is extra real, my film gon' need some extra reels
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| Robin went and got a Batmobile
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| Oh yeah, the come up is real, but so is the comedown
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| Yeah I get the chills every time that you come around
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| I be in my feels every time that you come around
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| Don’t know how to feel any time that you come around
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| The come up is real, but so is the comedown
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| Yeah I get the chills every time that you come around
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| Don’t know how to feel every time that you come around
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| I be in my chills yeah
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| Look, uh, watchin' her come up
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| Okay, I guess I got the worst from her
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| 3 months, and I ain’t even heard a word from her
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| That ain’t a loss, it’s tuition 'cause I learned from her
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| I moved to Cali, made a million in my first summer
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| Uh, shit’s lookin' up, like bird hunters
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| I bought a 4Runner for my third gunner
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| Then there’s a catch like I got money to throw
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| She ain’t a catch she gonna come for your soul
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| Even though, even though she gettin' shared like Sonny Bono
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| I still pull up the videos and run 'em slow-mo
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| But wait, I told her nobody’s safe
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| Lookin' like I just stepped outta somebodies safe
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| The come up is real, but so is the comedown
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| Yeah, I get the chills every time that you come around
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| Girl, I’m in my feels every time that you come around
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| Don’t know how to feel every time that you come around
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| The come up is real, but so is the comedown
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| Yeah, I get the chills every time that you come around
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| Girl, I’m in my feels every time that you come around
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| I be actin'- uh look
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| But look, tryna find a jam in this lil' room
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| You know you never pick a rose when it’s fully bloomed
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| Walkin' out the house like «Who you runnin' to?»
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| Fuckin' with dude that’s young enough to be a son to you
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| Crazy how you lookin' shorty
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| You pushin' 40
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| Like, baby, now you lookin' for me
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| You lookin' sorry
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| No cure for the insecure
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| But you can share my soul with me since you’re missin' yours
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| Okay, you see, attention what I needed but you still ignore it
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| So I paid less of it to get a little more
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| I know, immature
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| You know, this shit is yours
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| I might as well go get this dick insured
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| Yeah, the come up is real, but so is the comedown
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| Yeah, I get the chills every time that you come around
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| I be in my feels every time that you come around
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| I be actin'- yo this shit crazy
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| Uh, look, but so is the comedown
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| I get the chills every time that you come around
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| I be poppin' pills every time that you come around
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| You be stealin' mills tryna give me the runaround
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| I know the deal, yeah, fuck it
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| You know when you lose money on these hoes, it ain’t really a loss my brother,
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| that’s tuition. |
| Yeah, we all got degrees in this shit. |
| I got 9 PhD’s and 8
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| Masters. |
| Yeah, don’t call it love, baby, don’t call it love, 'cause you can’t
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| find a way to hate me. |
| It ain’t love. |
| Love you though |