| I’ve been rollin' on the freeway
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| I’ve been riding 85
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| I’ve been thinking way too much
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| And I’m way too gone to drive
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| I’ve got anger in my chest
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| I’ve got millions on my mind
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| And you didn’t fit the picture
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| So I guess you weren’t the vibe
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| I’ve been rollin' on the freeway
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| I’ve been riding 85
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| I’ve been thinking way too much
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| And I’m way too gone to drive
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| I’ve got anger in my chest
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| I’ve got millions on my mind
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| And you didn’t fit the picture
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| So I guess you weren’t the vibe
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| Got L-O-V-E on my right leg, that’s Gucci (Get what I’m sayin'?)
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| Got L-O-V-E on my main ho, that’s Pucci (Get what I’m sayin'?)
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| Caught a lil' jetlag but I’m golden, damn
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| We deserve Grammys and some Oscars, damn
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| They deserve Whammy’s, they imposters
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| I be rollin' with my project homies, it’s a vibe
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| I just did some pills with the homie, it’s a vibe
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| Bend her over, switch sides, it’s a vibe, yah
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| I come through with strippers and some shottas
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| I gotta accept that I’m a monster
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| I pull up in several different options
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| Not all, but most of 'em came topless
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| I’ll shatter your dreams with this cream I make (Cream I make)
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| Gotta be on codeine to think of shit I say (Shit I say)
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| I can’t feel my toes and ain’t gon' fold up (Fold up)
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| I was in the double R when I rolled up (When I rolled up)
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| I’ve been rollin' on the freeway
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| I’ve been riding 85
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| I’ve been thinking way too much
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| And I’m way too gone to drive
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| I’ve got anger in my chest
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| I’ve got millions on my mind
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| And you didn’t fit the picture
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| So I guess you weren’t the vibe
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| I’ve been rollin' on the freeway
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| I’ve been riding 85
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| I’ve been thinking way too much
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| And I’m way too gone to drive
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| I’ve got anger in my chest
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| I’ve got millions on my mind
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| And you didn’t fit the picture
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| So I guess you weren’t the vibe
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| Pluto
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| Gotta dig what I’m sayin', Chanel drapes on me, baby
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| Gotta dig what I’m sayin', she look like she’s sponsored by Mercedes
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| Dig what I’m sayin', this Creed cologne is on me, baby (You dig?)
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| Dig what I’m sayin'? |
| I’m goin' hard (Hard, yeah)
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| I pop bubbly in your memory
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| You should be glad I’m showin' you sympathy (Showin' you sympathy)
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| I gave you real love out the gutter (Out the gutter)
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| Ever let you go, you gon' suffer (You gon' suffer from it)
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| I come through with strippers and some shottas (Shottas)
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| I gotta accept that I’m a monster
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| I pull up in several different options
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| Not all, but most of 'em came topless
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| I’ll shatter your dreams with this cream I make (Cream I make)
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| Gotta be on codeine to think of shit I say (Shit I say)
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| I can’t feel my toes and ain’t gon' fold up (Fold up)
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| I was in the double R when I rolled up (When I rolled up)
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| Yeah, L-O-V-E on my right leg
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| Nah Hendrix overload, dig what I’m sayin'?
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| I feel like I should be giving up
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| You can leave if it’s too much
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| But I’m tired of you leading me on, oh no
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| I don’t like where this shit is going
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| I mean I’ve been stuck in all your apologies
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| Gave my all but you want more from me
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| Keep your love, it doesn’t feel the same
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| I hope it hurts you when you’re hearin' my name |