| Slow down, breathe
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| Slow down, breathe
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| What’s in the ground beneath your feet?
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| Get off that screen and let it go
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| A blue check screams
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| I always whisper what you want
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| And it was right here all along
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| 'Cause I found something with a taste you can’t describe
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| You take it in and all your roots get intertwined
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| And every time
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| I call you back, I know you’re fine
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| I know you’re fine
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| There’s no cancer in the water
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| It’s not an answer or a dream
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| Your mother and your father
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| Would rather blow it all on ginger tea
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| More to offer than to feed, breathe
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| And you’re ready for it
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| I think it’s for the best you leave this town
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| You’re ready for this, now
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| Breathe
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| Slow down, breathe
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| Terrified when I’m 'boutta be brave
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| Since Danny hit me, I’ve been killing the game
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| Power to you if you’re riding the wave
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| Could give a fuck about no money or fame
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| Take you and your girl right back to my place
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| 'Cause man or woman, I’ma fuck you the same
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| Picking me up when she back in my state
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| A quick flight to NYC for some cake
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| Touchdown, 50 came in the clutch
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| My boy’s bound for something bigger than us
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| Cuts deep like a knife, that’s the shit you can feel
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| My mama love me and her willpower steel
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| Ex’s heart 'boutta beat out my chest
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| I’m sorry 'bout me and I wish you the best
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| I just wanna fuck, the marijuana
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| Get me scared of trauma
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| But I’m gon' be okay
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| Good sex, every day
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| Great sex like ain’t grey this is fate
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| Fill my plate with acid, salad, and breaks
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| I get drunk and he gets stupid high
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| I just chill 'cause I don’t wanna try
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| When I don’t know what the fuck to say
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| I don’t know what the fuck to say
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| I don’t know what the fuck to say |