| It’s February, it’s much different from the past year
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| That was the worst time, the opposite of cashmere
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| And you know when life kicks you all in your ass rear
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| When you down to your last blunt while you downing your last beer
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| Catching your close friends in every lie
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| Had you wiping your hands clean 'til they were sanitary dry
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| Then you noticed the snow was standing very high
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| Because yesterday it fell from the January sky
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| Now it’s February and the world feels a lot colder
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| You and your girl parted ways so you cannot hold her
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| She said she wanted to get married back in October
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| Probably why in the month of May is when you got sober
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| But in February you felt the teardrops slide
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| Down your face when your faith began to lopside
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| This around the same time my nigga pops died
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| Dress shoes, suit, the tie up at the top’s tied
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| Look at all the drama it brung
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| This time of year when I was young, snowflakes was on my tongue
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| We played freeze tag or had a snowball fight
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| 'til the curb on the streetlight would grow all bright
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| Couldn’t ride our bicycles, slippery sidewalks
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| Icicles cold as a deli sandwich with the sliced pickles
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| That’s when advice trickles down from generation
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| Like counting all your friends on one hand
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| Or if you don’t stand for anything, you’ll fall for everything
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| Because you wasn’t smart, it plays a part in why your heart holds a heavy sting
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| Oh February, February
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| You took a friend from me who wasn’t just some celeb you buried
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| He inspired us all musically
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| You came around and changed things, I want it how it used to be
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| Man, fuck that nigga Elzhi (think he gon' teach me something)
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| Talking about he was spitting and shit
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| That nigga don’t be spitting (that's all the fucking, you two)
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| One more time (can't teach me shit) (I already knew I was spitting before I saw
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| that shit)
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| Nah, I ain’t saying it like that, that’s that nigga be saying
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| One more time (You got a IG?) (How many followers you got?)
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| All them local niggas? |
| (You got 20?)
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| Ehh, get something about it, for real! |
| (You are underground)
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| Nigga and he didn’t have me, he ain’t shit
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| (He's underground, he’s so underground, man)
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| I go!
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| (I don’t have time for this shit) |