| East coast hidin', hotel hoppin', there’s no stoppin' us now
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| F train riding, perfect timing, I’m just closing my mouth
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| ‘Cause when I talk talk talk, I just fuck fuck fuck it up
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| Yeah, I overthink I’m so over slipping up
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| Envisioned you and I lighting up sometime
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| Pack a bowl for the soul on the greener side
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| By the grapevine, fucking with what ain’t mine
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| But it’s fun, but I’m having fun
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| If you want dramatics then I surely ain’t the one, I ain’t the one
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| Let us stay in BK where the waves are calm, that coney island charm
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| We’re just sunset sitting while I’m painting you a vision
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| You ain’t a homie if you fucking with the villian
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| I stay hush, let my tallys add up, and then I’m dipping
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| And then I’m dipping
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| ‘Cause when I talk talk talk, I just fuck fuck fuck it up
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| Yeah, I overthink I’m so over slipping up
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| Yeah, when I talk talk talk, I just fuck fuck fuck it up (fuck)
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| Yeah, I overthink I’m so over slipping up
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| I’m over words overflowing like they restless
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| I bit my tongue all along but it’s endless
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| Overthinking like I don’t work in the morning
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| Reality so fun, dreaming kinda boring
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| I got a list of criticism I’m ignoring
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| Ain’t too concerned with conforming
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| Fitting in is foreign, to a woman like me
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| Barely a woman, nineteen
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| Pretty lies, pretty lights, white picket fence, beauty nothing but disguise
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| Flowers in my hair but I rip ‘em out at night
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| Oceanic wet dreams with the love we can’t find
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| We confined to a good time, we confined to a one-night, to a fuck
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| But I won’t wife, to a like but I won’t try
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| Yeah, when I talk talk talk, I just fuck fuck fuck it up
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| Yeah, I overthink I’m so over slipping up |