| Yeah
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| Met some hoes in seattle
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| They was hot
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| Then we made love on the spot, that’s what’s up
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| Back in ‘06 i was ridin' round the block (holdup)
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| Can find me at the footlocker
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| With the DS 1
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| While my brother cop the reebok pumps
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| Man we was young
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| Now tommy sniffing addy off his ps1
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| And i’m almost tall enough to dunk (like what the fuck)
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| Ricky stalker
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| Lil' rasta got them flippin' out they nickel blockers
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| Shit got poppin' when they put me on that trip to austin
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| That’s where they love me
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| I don’t think homie, i get it ugly
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| It’s back to buildin'
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| No more buildin' coffins
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| Took a sec to look at my soul, and told me never let go
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| Keep pushing through the stop and the goes
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| And johno at the top, gon' fold
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| Blamin' babylon and fuckin' these hoes
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| Said i’m just sad, i got nowhere to go
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| Your love x8
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| Yeah, yeah
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| She tweet my lyric, then she murdered herself
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| It’s quite scary i play a role in your health
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| I wish you well
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| And i be tellin' lies
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| To say my pain never left
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| Smoke a thousand joints on my deck before my death
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| Depression started creepin' in my freshman year of college
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| Trying to be polished turned into big problems
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| In my dorm room, suicidal thoughts made the forward move
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| Momma thought i cut the chord
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| ‘cause i wouldn’t pick up my phone
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| Hope you forgive me now, i’m out on the road
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| I did my first 30 shows
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| I couldn’t wait to go home
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| Down to the basement in my crib
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| Where i could be on my own
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| And i ain’t gotta worry about fresh clothes
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| Or clickin' photos, i’m drinkin' four mo'
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| They fake as fuck, i don’t catch feelings no more
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| Shit all i feel is velour
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| I paralyzed by my freedom, i don’t know what to do
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| Look in the mirror it’s true
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| Ain’t nobody got more lemons than you. |
| (you x8)
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| (instrumental) |