| Done a lot of things I can’t rewind
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| But, I don’t like to live my life that way
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| Ain’t no sense in stressing over hindsight
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| Plus, I can’t hardly see shit anyway
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| A little bit of target practice
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| I’ma shoot my shot like I’m Curry
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| Every single look is a good look
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| And lately I feel like Michael Burry
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| I’ma get my way this year, though
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| I’ve been in my bag like rest stops
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| I’ve been in my bag like ziploc
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| I might make a milli, for real
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| I put a couple thousand in the stock market
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| And I just tripled up since I said that
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| I just made a couple songs that I fuck with
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| Group-text 'em to my exes like, 'sup bitches
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| We all make bad decisions, and it’s alright
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| Y’all just made the worst one and that’s too bad
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| And, yeah, I saw your man, and that’s too bad
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| What’s it like always picking up the tab now
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| Just dropped a couple grand 'cause I felt like it
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| And the way I make it happen, I just might be psychic
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| Lots of people like to act like they know shit
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| But when you put 'em on the spot they a tide stick
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| And I got rich off an idea
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| My buzz got me never having light years
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| My eyes probably draw in Billie Eilish
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| But, she was wrong, 'cause the ocean is scary
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| I made you look so dumb, didn’t I
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| Got that supply like I’m fucking Amazon
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| I swear I’m right every single damn time
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| Better call me Michael Burry
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| Yeah, and you can read my playbook
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| But, I don’t ever stay put, call an audible like James would
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| I might leave my imprint, I might do some dumb shit
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| Turn around and have a smart decision make me dumb rich
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| If you need a second just to process what you’re hearing
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| Then I fucking understand because I told y’all this my year
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| And I ain’t mean to make this leap, Michael Jordan top the key
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| And I might just dunk on everybody that has doubted me
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| I’ll probably always be underrated, but I’m still your bitch’s favorite
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| And I don’t make up things I just make all your girl’s playlists
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| I remember working day-shifts, that turned into some night-shifts
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| Where I would write until I left like I was windshield wipers
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| I’m a blessing in this bitch, a correction to your ways
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| And I’ll get you to your destination, you can call me Waze
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| Might be a little short-tempered, but long for better days
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| And I would count the hours, but I’d rather count the plays
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| 'Cause I got rich off an idea
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| My buzz got me never having light years
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| My eyes probably draw in Billie Eilish
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| But she was wrong, 'cause the ocean is scary
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| I made you look so dumb, didn’t I
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| Got that supply like I’m fucking Amazon
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| I swear I’m right every single damn time
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| Better call me Michael Burry
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| Yeah, better call me Michael Burry, alright
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| Yeah, better call me Michael Burry
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| Better call me Michael Burry, alright, yeah
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| Better call me Michael Burry |