| Drawing out the residue, whiskey from his ice cubes
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| Use it to entice you
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| Kissing on my pedestal, don’t I got a nice view?
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| Show me what them eyes do
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| No the bad guys don’t seem so bad over the phone
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| We trade notes and I gloat when they take me as their own
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| Unmask and kick back while skin replace the stone
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| I ain’t gotta play good no more, no-no-no
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| Uptight, seeking a loosie and some love
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| Loose canon wishing someone call his bluff
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| Still he my type, digging 'cause I’m buttoned up
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| But I ain’t got to play good no more, no-no-no
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| Drawing out the residue, whiskey from his ice cubes
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| Use it to entice you
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| Kissing on my pedestal, don’t I got a nice view?
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| Show me what them eyes do
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| You know it’s all about the eyes, ooh
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| Nothing more insightful
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| She don’t gotta speak, I just read her, she an eyeful
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| She an eyeful
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| My syllables, they stifle
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| My cool, it go and spiral
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| Senses become primal
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| Four more days in LA, then I’m catching a flight
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| Not sure why it isolate, craving the East side
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| Jersey party with no list, that shit more my vibe
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| If I’m shy, I’m just tryin to analyze
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| All the lost kids
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| They all takin' tabs like they tidbits
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| Like they just a taste test
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| For the real high we derive from the risk, it’s
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| Drawing out the night and it’s looking kinda sus
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| Red flags on my map yeah they add that extra umf
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| Artifacts from the night, bottle caps so I keep up
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| Yeah my pockets getting heavy so I think you’ve had enough
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| Drawing out the residue, whiskey from his ice cubes
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| Use it to entice you
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| Kissing on my pedestal, don’t I got a nice view?
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| Show me what them eyes do
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| Ain’t popping no bars, but damn, I got plenty
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| They all think they up to par, feel like I heard it already
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| Nothing up to caliber, still expect confetti
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| Fuck a yes man, I’m attentive, criticism is ready
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| I don’t blindly eat, I pick apart and I study
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| Never cover my tracks, yeah, I leave my hands bloody
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| No topic too taboo, no conversation too touchy
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| Wish I could put up a front, but darling, you ain’t that lucky
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| Drawing out the residue, whiskey from his ice cubes
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| Use it to entice you
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| Kissing on my pedestal, don’t I got a nice view?
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| Show me what them eyes do |