| Late night on the line like what’s up
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| Feel right when we got those cups up
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| My mind finna run, finna rush up
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| White lines, saw signs, better hush up
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| She fine, lost time, finna crush up
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| Off nine so I might fuck us up
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| No lie, I ain’t playing no bluff up
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| Caught feels, oh I guess we must have
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| She came with a blade, finna cut up
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| Insane round ways, fuck guts up
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| Novocaine come flame for the tough love
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| Just saying that pain got us up
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| Just saying I’m fucking your trust up
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| Long days been cleaning that dust up
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| Too many times had me like nuh-uh
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| Too many of what I had enough of
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| Yeah
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| Yeah I must have
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| Found ways round ways been fucked up
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| Been sick inside, fuck clubs up
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| Might say I’m fine, throw dubs up
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| When I lost my mind I lost us
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| We been lost off lines and vodka
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| Been working non-stop for the floss up
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| But I guess either way it’s a toss up
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| Late night on the line like what’s up
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| Feel right, know the white got cut up
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| Go heights on flights, pulling trucks up
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| Lost minds outside, got love drunk
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| She fine, cross lines, finna crush up
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| Lost minds take time for the cuff up
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| No lie I ain’t playing no bluff up
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| Caught feels, oh I guess we must of
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| Long days in the shade, that’s tough luck
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| Insane round ways, been fucked up
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| Novocaine come flame for the tough love
|
| Just saying that pain got us up
|
| Just saying I’m fucking your trust up
|
| Long days been cleaning that dust up
|
| Too many times had me like nuh-uh
|
| Too many of what I had enough of
|
| Yeah
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| Yeah I must of
|
| Found ways round ways been fucked up
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| Been sick inside, fuck clubs up
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| Might say I’m fine, throw dubs up
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| When I lost my mind I lost us
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| We been lost off lines and vodka
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| Been working non-stop for the floss up
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| But I guess either way it’s a toss up |