| I miss my mom but I don’t call her enough
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| But I still got time to get higher than the sun though
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| I go to parties but don’t know how to talk, how to talk
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| But you either
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| I overthink until I can’t open up
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| So we just lay here fading into our thoughts, oh
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| You say you’re okay but I know that you’re not, no, you’re not, oh
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| But me either
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| I see you two, three times a week
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| Ain’t got no money in my jeans
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| So help me out, I need to breathe
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| Help me out, I need to breathe
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| Take a ride inside your whip
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| I pass the aux, you pass the spliff
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| We can escape into the bliss
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| Escape into the bliss
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| I don’t need nothing but you and your toxins
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| I don’t need nothing but you and your toxins
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| Toxins, toxins
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| I know my iPhone might be bad for my health
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| But when it’s dying, feel like dying myself
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| Am I insane or just like everyone else?
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| I grow numb, I grow numb
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| I don’t know where it comes from
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| It happens two, three times a week
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| Ain’t got no money in my jeans
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| So help me out, I need to breathe
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| Help me out, I need to breathe
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| Take a ride inside your whip
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| I pass the aux, you pass the spliff
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| We can escape into the bliss
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| We can escape into the bliss
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| I don’t need nothing but you and your toxins
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| I don’t need nothing but you and your toxins
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| Your toxins
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| Toxins, toxins
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| Yeah you, just you and, just you
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| Toxins, toxins
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| Two, three times a week
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| No money in my jeans
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| (No money in my jeans)
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| Take a ride inside your whip
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| I pass the aux, you pass the
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| I pass the aux, you pass the spliff
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| I don’t need nothing but you and your toxins
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| I don’t need nothing but you and your toxins
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| Toxins, toxins
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| Baby, no baby, no uh oh
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| I know you do too
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| Toxins, toxins |