| Cross my T’s
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| Dot my I’s
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| I can’t breathe
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| But I’ll be fine
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| I’ll be fine
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| Yeah
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| Energy gettin' passed on
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| Take a look it won’t last long
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| Feel like Future with the mask off
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| She gimme face, no bath salts
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| What you do when that cash call
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| Sell ya soul just for half off
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| Fucked up and a tad flawd
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| All I make are these sad songs
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| So I take a toke and then change emotions
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| Here’s my heart, it’s now safe to hold it
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| Plain and open I’m faded focused through the vacant moments I stay awoken
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| Just sit and wait with this inspiration
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| World around me a simulation
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| Real and fake shit
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| Build th matrix
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| Here we ar, now entertain us
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| Cross my T’s
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| Dot my I’s
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| I can’t breathe
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| But I’ll be fine
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| I’ll be fine
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| Yeah
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| Feel like I’m floatin'
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| There ain’t no gravity
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| Money like karma
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| It’s comin' back to me
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| Don’t get attached to me
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| I don’t think practically
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| Actually, I get it poppin'
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| Treat a bad bitch like an option
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| Worst part about it
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| Know that I’m toxic
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| Just being honest cause you know tomorrow has never been promised
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| So fuck it
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| Let’s get corrupted
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| Let’s get disgustin'
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| All of that shit that you trust in is fake
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| Shot for the dream
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| Shot of Bombay
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| Put my 2 cents in to get a small change
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| Aye
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| Cuttin' corners never lead to checks
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| Knee on my neck, can’t catch my breath
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| How the fuck I’m gon' give respect
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| How the fuck I’m gon' live in debt when I
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| Cross my T’s
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| Dot my I’s
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| I can’t breathe
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| But I’ll be fine
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| I’ll be fine
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| Yeah
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| Catch a bad bitch no harpoon
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| Bring a few friends you can carpool
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| They just wanna be up on Barstool
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| I just do drugs in a dark room
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| Yeah
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| Lately been chillin watching cartoons
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| Lot of shit to do, I should start soon
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| Tried to find love but it’s hard hard to
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| Only one life, no part two
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| But I’m findin' peace in the new world
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| Inner light shinin' like new pearls
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| I hit the club with my homies
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| Then I walk out with a few girls
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| Pinky ring on with my blue shirt
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| I cannot love ya the truth hurts
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| Heart in a bottle, I’m too turnt
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| I’m movin' onto a new curse now
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| Cross my T’s
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| Dot my I’s
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| I can’t breath but I’ll be fine
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| I’ll be fine
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Cross my T’s
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| Dot my I’s
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| I can’t breath but I’ll be fine
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| Yeah
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| I’ll be fine
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Cross my T’s
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| Dot my I’s
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| I can’t breath but I’ll be fine
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| I’ll be fine
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| Yeah
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| Yeah |