| Spring forward and into action
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| -thinking forward get to exploring our interaction
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| Thinking more forward press on your daughter we interacting
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| Meaning every single word I say homie why u asking
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| Mr mid Atlantic once again be the main attraction
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| Like my beats groovy and driving slow but today we fasting
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| Keep away from anything toxic detox in fashion
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| Hit some Dosia with the rock in rollers I’m culture clashing
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| Think about April tho
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| I know she got soul and passion
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| Cuz every other day she shed a tear but she so relaxing
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| I hate to provoke, uh
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| I hate when they startin static
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| But niggas don’t know how to act once they take off the jackets
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| The weather in Baltimore
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| She be how she wanna be
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| So at the top of April Air Max 1's and Good Villain tees
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| The very next day depending on how she feel
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| We may be outside umbrellas and oatmeals
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| Mood swings so real
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| Niggas dedicated know they still makin dope deals
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| The elements don’t kill
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| Either way eternal niggas that’s how my flow feel
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| I stepped in a puddle
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| Listened and memorized cold steel |
| Hoodie in the trunk that’s everyday cuz u never know
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| Secondary off safety just in case need to let it go
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| I just did a record with Piro Gutta and heavy gold
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| I kicked it with April til it start raining I’m headed home…
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| Tho I was
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| Born in the fall
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| Octobers own
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| Very descriptive in all my lyrics with a mind of my own
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| Further north ain’t a change for the better
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| But I’m game for whatever
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| Walk to the train gold frames and a sweater
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| I’m talkin up top
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| NYC
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| Peace Aristotle
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| Be around in a few hours with laptop and a bottle
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| Damn it’s chilly up this bitch why she cold
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| She need luv and I’m bold
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| Charm her into heating up from the soul
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| I done seen the real power of luv
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| And I can testify
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| Put my seed inside fertile ground
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| And watch the heavens cry
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| The way my energy meet her season
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| Something like perfect timing
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| With questions like
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| What’s your occupation heavy rhyming
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| Converse bout the present and past
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| Relation come to a crash
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| Knowing that she ain’t gon last
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| — the way they come and go out her life
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| Ever so casually |
| They treat her like she ain’t gon stay that’s the reality
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| She only in town for 30 days
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| Make the most of it fun
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| The next bitch got 31
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| Don’t get attached to non of em no matter how much they try
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| With that said
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| Now I’m gazing deep into may’s eyes
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| Wassup wit summer? |