| Luscious blonde hair chick starin right at me
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| I think she aware that I be feelin unhappy
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| I’ll give you my soul but don’t think that it be attractive
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| and honestly you blowin me away with the patterns
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| Winters in LA summertime in Manhattan
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| I find myself askin if I’m really that happy
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| and should I pack the bags up and just start bein average
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| you give em your soul and they go put it in trashcans
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| We did too much acid that day back in Staten
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| now everytime my back bends I feel the reaction
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| I find myself laughin knowin they bring me backwards
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| while I’m driving to where the gate need a password
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| A rich girl, another beautiful disaster
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| she says she only chills with musicians and actors
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| can tell by every instagram picture she ask for
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| now she blow a pill every time she need laughter
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| she called me a bastard
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| like I ain’t supposed to know she sad
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| I’m only entertainment, what the fuck I know bout that
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| Set a killer free, he’s never gonna kill again
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| Tell you I love you and I never wanna chill again
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| still got the illest pen
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| never get comfortable
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| never thought my hatred could be something so lovable
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| but as I sip a couple couple more to clense my sins
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| realize I’m as lonely as I’ve ever been. |
| Damn.
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| Where do I go I got no moves left
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| every direction seems so strange
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| (yeah what was the beginning chord again) |