| Fuck it
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| I hate being worried so I just want you beside me
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| Slimey, treat me like a motherfucking side piece
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| Real nigga therapy
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| Fuck it
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| I smoke a blunt for my mind
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| A joint for my stress, lost in space time
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| I don’t know what’s next, quick hit it
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| If I don’t tell she might never stop licking (Yeah, yeah)
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| If I don’t tell she might never stop going wild
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| Bound to our toxins, sing with me if you feel like your doing something wrong
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| Bound to our, fuck you baby I’m gon' do whatever I want
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| Bound to our toxins, scary dreams I’ve lived in the past
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| Bound to our, hurts but I still don’t know where mine at
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| Listen baby, I can’t think
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| I can’t feel, my words real
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| Listen baby, I can’t concentrate
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| Oo oh oh, you might not ever be all mine
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| But really, fuck it I don’t want to hear about it
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| You might not never be all mine, Oo oh oh
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| Real sad case with some broken feelings
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| Malcom in the middle don’t nobody else know what I’m feeling
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| Trying to drown in the medicine, baby your medicine
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| I can never dream about another feeling (drown in the medicine, never without
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| you, baby your my medicine, baby your my medicine)
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| I smoke a blunt for my mind
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| A joint for my stress, lost in space time
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| I don’t know what’s next, quick hit it
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| If I don’t tell she might never stop licking (Yeah, yeah)
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| If I don’t tell she might never stop going wild
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| Bound to our toxins, sing with me if you feel like your doing something wrong
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| Bound to our, fuck you baby I’m gon' do whatever I want
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| Bound to our toxins, scary dreams I’ve lived in the past
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| Bound to our, hurts but I still don’t know where mine at |