| Hey Hey
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| And we bout it erryday erryday erryday
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| Fuck what anybody say, I lay awake with the AK
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| You can’t fight the feeling
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| You can’t fight the feeling, oh no
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| All this shit I deal with
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| Reminds me while I’m still lit, still lit
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| Swerving on the south side
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| Yeah, grew up on the east in CT, in CT
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| Making sure my sound right
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| And so I never get no sleep
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| (always working on these beats oh)
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| Fucking with my old girl
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| She don’t think I’m any good
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| But got something to show the world
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| (before y’all think that I go Hollywood)
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| Spitting game, I’m like get involved (get involved)
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| Young girl so flawless
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| Head like she jawless
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| I’m off that, running through the stage in a top hat
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| Yeah they gonna hate, coulda called that
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| Once you get on, then I’m off that
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| Shoulda be gone but my car crashed
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| But now I’m more alive than before
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| This shit ain’t the same no more (no no)
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| 360 spin and I’m told, in the black xl after show
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| With a bunch of young kids
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| Tryna take photos, my low
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| With a long road ahead, no weed
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| On the plane 5 days of the week
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| Can’t wait to get home and just chill
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| Never thought this would be the deal, so ill
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| And we bout it erryday, erryday, erryday
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| Fuck what anybody say, I lay awake with the AK
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| 227 be the name, and praise J
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| She been down since banged the basement
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| A no show to your after party
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| I don’t feel like I gotta be somebody
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| Been thinking too much, and feeling hardly
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| Still the dirt bike feel like Harley
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| I’m four finger type golden (gold)
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| One late night and I told her
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| I was lit and out with my homies
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| Like damn it’s time to get focused
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| What it got' take to get out this here coma
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| Who you gonna lay when the show all over
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| Made a 100k just to label me a stoner
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| Cool cuz I’m still blowing Doja
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| Still on the move, Daytona
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| Still don’t feel like cold world
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| Still don’t feel like cold world
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| Still, Still, Still, Still sold out in Minnesota
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| Hol' Up, young girl so appealing
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| She look me right in the eyes
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| She told me «You Can’t fight this feeling»
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| Said «You ain’t gotta try» |