| It’s all love at the court yes
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| Drunk talk, cold brews on my door step
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| All the cash in the sky I’m tryna touch that
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| Shooting for the stars 'til they bust back (blap blap)
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| Double tappin' thirst, liking all that ass when
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| Hashtagged that ass out, please go on yourself
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| You see this nigga not so healthy, not so much that you can tell me
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| And my money problems, problem probably need a fucking pale G
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| I wrestle with my thoughts, got caught up
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| Might fuck around and hit rock bottom
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| To live and die where I belong
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| To live and lie with who I want
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| And then go write about my wrongs
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| I’m spending time 'n going broke
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| And fuckin' wit you is all I know
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| We either gon' fight or imma poke
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| It’s time I climb up out the boat
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| I don’t wanna drown wit you
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| I don’t swim good, I’m not fit for the navy, aye
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| I don’t wanna drown wit you
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| I don’t swim good, I’m not fit for the navy, yeah
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| So I just sway here, in the water, in the water
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| Might be safe here, in the water
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| I don’t wanna drown wit you
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| I don’t swim good, I’m not fit for the navy |