| How your mind still click on night sifts
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| Still versal time, with my living right shit
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| Bright shit whispers allowed out of high pinch
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| Regardless, my only man be caught beside this
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| Drive shit over hibe shit, I do it like this
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| Conscience do it nine to’you obronics
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| I talk shit, do the walking, the fly it’s gone
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| Marsha beat sqeeze, bless all man
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| No simple fit between the lines living
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| Are the lines the works on my wicked mind
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| Truth to be told fat like a cook get sold
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| When no desire at all over the friends zone
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| Lord thank you and considering my mind
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| After time I was thinking 'bout calling and quit for real
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| Passion over pay shows we lays flow
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| You lay low of the chain like J gone
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| Ain’t no fooling us late night on summer time
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| And hey
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| See me and I’m probably go fly
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| Find someone how dare
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| I’m going where you are, I am long, long listen you
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| And sure they lay in my life
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| I’m going where you are and I’mma listen you
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| Piece on to the one stuck around
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| I never wanted to stay stuck on the ground
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| Lord dumn me down to a half fast sound |
| Just to talk the church I thank God I bet
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| Know the bay on the subject, bust the options
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| Make your story a progress, I really don’t care about the lows you are forcing
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| Riding off this bitch and load it up with courage wanted
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| Stretch out even thou I took the best round
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| Coriars round picking up what I left out
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| Ostrich down, ready here it comes the best
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| Around town lil thugs, I’mma hush down
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| Part of my ex are away and distracting
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| But a wagness, nigga is put on wagflix
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| Shut out to wrenches, we’ll be holding in back sense
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| And let the great Illuminati fakes that bangs
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| Ain’t no falling us late nigh summer time haize
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| See me in the 'and no one to beg
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| I’m going where you are and no one will listen
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| The story last all my life
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| I’m going where you are, I am long on listening |