| Uh, I look up your eyes are on me
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| What does this mean
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| I pick up some green
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| I smoke and choke
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| I float I flow tootiki just like a blow
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| Foot on the pedal but there’s no place to go
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| You done crossed my mind a couple thousand of times
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| I’ll probably never be yours to this fact I unwind, yuh
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| Writing this shit, for a couple of minutes, girl
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| It’s not too hard to give me a couple of digits
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| Mad at me because of my lingo
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| Bitch chasin' preying and hunting me down like a dingo
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| Smokin' on the kush that make your fingers start to tingle
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| Her friends saying they don’t really fuck with who I mingle, we know
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| Think I couldn’t make it in a minute, fuck that
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| And If I never tried or I never did it, fall flat
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| Argue that I’m a loner and a stoner, I’m with that
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| My heart is made of silk and sawdust, tin hat
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| Lately I’ve been sayin' you don’t know me till' you come around (shit be like,
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| shit be like, shit be like, shit be like)
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| Lately I’ve been sayin' you don’t know me till' you come around (shit be like,
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| shit be like, shit be like, shit be like)
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| Lately I’ve been sayin' you don’t know me till' you come around (shit be like,
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| shit be like, shit be like, shit be like)
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| Lately I’ve been sayin' you don’t know me till' you come around (shit be like,
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| shit be like, shit be like, shit be like) |