| I’ma burn blunts till this pain go
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| I’m on a hunt for a rainbow
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| But there ain’t no pot of gold
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| Seeing me end with my brains blown
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| I’ma get money, count peso
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| So do as I say so
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| I still got my ex on hold
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| Yeah, yeah
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| That’s how you do me? |
| Like, go and spit on my face
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| Heartbroken, every single mistake
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| I can’t focus, like I’m livin' ashamed and livin' in pain
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| I think of the decisions we made, they still move me
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| Could’ve died together and ride together
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| Alive when we lied together
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| My mind slide in th night for a Kylie Jenner
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| I on-time Jeff, I died, your life is better
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| So I’d be out your pic, the frame is still movin'
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| Ounce of the shh, I blaze and stay stupid
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| Bounce on my shh, bitch, I make music
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| Inspire my mind, I write to make movies
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| But shit, I deny and lie and chase groupies
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| And sluts that are down to fuck, then blaze doobies
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| You know, the ones with buns and fake booties
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| That screamin' they 'bout to cum when they do me
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| Yeah, me and them went to war a lot
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| It’s probably why she wanna talk a lot
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| Wanna fight me, then fuck me, punch me, then love me
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| And somehow, she’s the one that calls the cops and plays victim
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| No wonder I stay distant
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| I could tell now we’re all grown up
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| I could tell she was bruised within from losin' him
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| I choose to see that she was all closed up
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| When you lost our son, you lost the sun
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| Feeling like it’s my fault you lost your love
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| And yeah, I’m feeling like it’s my fault you lost your trust
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| Now I’m drowning in lots of drugs, it’s not worth it
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| Yeah, I heard you got a man on your wish list
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| You’re about to start a business
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| I got your letters back in Christmas
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| I kept a drawer with the memories and pictures
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| Yeah, shit, girl, I used to get high with your sisters
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| They was like a fam to me
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| Showed me what a man could be, a fam could be
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| Ah, please shut the fuck up, Chill
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| Yeah, sometimes I was stalking that
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| Check your 'Gram, have a scan, where the stories at?
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| Let me say, every time that I called you back
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| You ignored all the calls, I’ll applaud the fact
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| But shit, girl, I used to get high with your sisters
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| They was like a fam to me
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| They showed me what a man could be
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| Ah, fuck, that’s twice now, shut the fuck up, Chill
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| Yeah, sometimes I was stalking that
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| Check your 'Gram, have a scan, where the stories at?
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| Let me say, every time that I’ve called you back
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| And you ignored all these calls, I’ll applaud the fact
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| 'Cause that’s what I’d do, I deserve that
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| Let’s get high, boo, baby, burn that
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| Fuck good one last time, ah please, never mind
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| And pretend you never heard that
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| Fuck yeah, girl, now I’m stressing, where this herb at?
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| Shit, I just burned through the third pack all in one week
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| Now I gotta do a chorus before I bring the verse back
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| Yeah, I better bring the verse back
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| I’ma burn blunts till this pain go
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| I’m on a hunt for a rainbow
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| But there ain’t no pot of gold
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| Seeing me end with my brains blown
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| I’ma get money, count peso
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| So do as I say so
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| I still got my ex on hold
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Hey Mum, remember when you had triplets
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| And we only got twins?
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| Sometimes I wish he had’ve survived
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| And be apart of a life that we all gon' live but
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| I guess that we all got things that
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| We locked away to block the pain
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| I had the devil in my ear, got a lot to say
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| But calm down, Chill, rock on the J and call your mum back
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| Ahh, I’m alone and smoke vivid
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| Thinkin' 'bout the night that you told me to go get it
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| I only see my brothers a bunch, every few months
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| They must hate they’re alone, I know I should go visit
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| But I’m out on the road with smokin' dope women
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| Gettin' twenty-five racks to show, then blow Swishes
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| Ten racks on clothes, the bros live it
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| Now I got the pressure and stress that goes with it
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| Nah, fuck that, I’m thinkin', fuck this whole image
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| They told me to never meet your idols
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| In the end, your friends become rivals
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| «Keep your enemies close» becomes vital
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| Everything that I touch became viral
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| But one of these cunts just get violent
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| In the end, I laugh and just smile, like «Pfft»
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| If you wanna jump me, you jump me, you won’t, though
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| We don’t really want no smoke, bro
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| But I ain’t hiding, shh be the postcode
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| A third eye open like a GoPro
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| Had him on a string like a yo-yo
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| But I remember when Olga passed
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| I never got to visit and that broke my heart
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| So Ma, please know, if I die from this life every night
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| That’s my fault, I chose this path that I chose
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| I deal with emotions hard
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| And that’s probably why I swallow these drugs
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| And bottle it up and count on my brotherly love
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| To do this shit for my brothers above, and that’s real talk
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| I’ma burn blunts till this pain goes
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| And I’m on a hunt for the rainbow
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| I found out that there ain’t no pot of gold
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| You’ll see me end with my— *Gunshot* |