| Let’s talk about something, girl I need your acceptance
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| You’re making assumptions, but you know it’s nothing
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| The liquor keep calling, you know I need more
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| It’s 99 problems, can’t take anymore, I’m 'bout to mix up this Sprite with the 4
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| Oh, OHB 'bout to walk through
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| Only hot bitches in the bedroom
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| Pop a Xan, watch me get loose
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| Throwing all of these bands for you
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| Substance, substance, substance, substance
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| All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
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| Substance, substance, substance, substance
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| All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
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| Girl who do you fuck when I ain’t in the city?
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| Driving me crazy, way over the limit
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| My homies, they say that I’m tripping
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| Fuck it I’m tripping, I’m crazy, I’m whipping
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| My heart is racing, this shit is amazing
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| This neck just the bandages
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| How did our love end up like the Kennedy’s?
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| Mixing up drugs, yeah I got the remedy
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| Damn, you fucking the enemy
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| I gave you the best of me
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| Showed her how to trap out the bando
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| And left her the recipe, damn
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| Substance, substance, substance, substance
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| All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
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| Substance, substance, substance, substance
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| All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
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| Substance abuse, substance from you
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| Thousand dollar tab, baby this I bought food
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| This a 2 seater baby, you can’t car pool
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| Got the old school move, like the car new
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| Bands low, never make a girl spend it with me
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| When she gone, I get it back, make her spend another 60
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| Still cold hearted, say it’s cold hearted
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| She shotgun, I drop the top lid and her hair blow
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| Them heels got you walking like you on the runway
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| No paper, we got the game like the arcade
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| Wonder which, I know you’re gonna make it right for me
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| Put the pussy on the flight, make it tonight for me
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| And baby, I jump in that foreign
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| She hop in that passenger
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| She gon' work, she lowkey in the Acura
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| Bitch ain’t cuffing, your boy still a bachelor
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| Substance, substance, substance, substance
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| All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
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| Substance, substance, substance, substance
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| All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
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| 4 in the morning, I’m thinking of you
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| Just got the ceiling, I’m pouring it through
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| How can I deal with this substance abuse?
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| I’m only asking this all cause of you
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| These Xannies got me tripping right now
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| Girl your love is like a Perc, my heart itching right now
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| See them flashes of your face, I wanna kiss you right now
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| But I know it’s just the drugs that got me tripping right now
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| Tried to offer you my heart, you used it like the playground
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| Favorite groupies, jealously, I thought you would stay where I am
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| Guess it’s back to prescriptions to deal with the symptoms
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| I can’t feel my face and I’m losing my vision
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| Substance, substance, substance, substance
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| All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
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| In recovery, rehabilitating from you
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| Teach me a lesson, I’m drug testing, making all them moves
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| We both getting fucked up, what’s your excuse?
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| A new slave with a new fade, my chain a noose
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| Bitch I’m sipping, you steady tripping and politicking
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| Taking vacations with your bitch, why she ain’t posting pictures
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| I can lead her to that water if she wanna listen
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| If she don’t drink, she gon' drink, I’m still gon' fuck some bitches
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| You know that pussy my addiction
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| She driving my stick, tryna fuck up my transmission
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| I’m pissed off, withdrawals just fucking up my pimping
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| Take a picture nigga, see how I’m living
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| Ain’t going back to prison, I got too felonies, dismissing the case
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| A couple million, got a .45 locked in the safe
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| Hella bitches, hella bitches pile up in the Wraith
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| Hollywood with the cameras all up in your face |