| Been eight weeks since you left and broke my heart
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| Said that I should talk about it, well, where do I start?
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| Lemme light the spliff, I’ve been floating in the dark
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| Some would call me insecure & some would call it art
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| I’m a fucking mess, a pessimistic little cunt
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| You’re a hypocrite if you don’t think that I’ma stunt
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| Never wanna talk so I’ll just roll another blunt
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| Feelin' like the prophecy when I’m up in the cut
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| And I guess I’ll be okay if I just try a little harder
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| You’re the wind beneath my sails & the crack inside my armor
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| I’m awake cause I fake sleep, head against the mortar
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| I’ma bake like a cake when I smoke another quarter
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| Fuck love I’ma soil it
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| Probably boil it
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| Pickin' at it while I’m sitting on the toilet
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| Like acid tablets I’ma foil it
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| Can’t talk too much don’t wanna spoil it
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| Time’s up guess ya clocked out
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| Girl you really hit me with a knock out
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| I rather lock lips with my bike mount
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| Kiss up on a blunt
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| I’m a kite now
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| Sky high never climb down
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| I’ma stay for it like I’m grime now
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| Something isn’t right I’ma find out
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| I’m only gonna change if I sign out |