| I’ve been roamin' around, always lookin' down at all I see
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| Painted faces fill the places I can’t reach
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| You know that I could use somebody
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| You know that I could use somebody
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| Let’s meet Bill, not content with what he has
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| He ain’t worried 'bout nothing, he been focused at his swag
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| Only worried about his image like he working at a photo shop
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| Man on a mission 'cause every night is a photo up
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| Disrespectful to the ladies women, oh I have you
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| He was drunk and bad at party he would tryna grab you
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| Tryna abracadab you, make you disappear like listen hearless
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| I been to my van and go no missing ear
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| Well I think it’s crystal clear that he trapped into a place
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| Where they rather facebook you than look you in the face
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| Instead they thirsty share they statuses
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| Girls like who the baddest is
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| And I can’t front put it up front 'cause I used to be the catalyst
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| But then I got older, yeah
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| And then the world got colder
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| Don’t wanna say I told ya but fuck it
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| I’ma say it clearer 'cause one day he gonna wake up
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| And he’ll look into the mirror, like
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| I’ve been roamin' around, always lookin' down at all I see
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| Painted faces fill the places I can’t reach
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| You know that I could use somebody
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| When you fall down, who you gonna call now
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| You know that I could use somebody
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| When you fall down, who you gonna call now
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| I’d like to take this time to introduce you to Stacy
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| She likes to take photos that a little bit racy
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| You think she’ll slow it down and not be so explicit
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| When you see the comments that she like
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| Damn girl you’re beautiful, I’ma take you home
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| And take a look at that ass and I’ma make you moan
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| You would think it’s a precursor to the scheme
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| But she just think it’s a like that’s made by the cursor on the screen
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| And plus she getting wasted like bell or a hula hoop
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| With herself she’s at war kinda like a new recruit
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| 'Cause yolo is the motto that’s exactly what she’s told
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| is what they selling, she’s not sold well
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| Not completely but she can’t move discretely
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| 'Cause the street doesn’t get you a thousand followers weekly
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| It might not be my place, but I’ma say it clearer
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| 'Cause one day she gon' wake up and look into the mirror like
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| I’ve been roamin' around, always lookin' down at all I see
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| Painted faces fill the places I can’t reach
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| You know that I could use somebody
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| When you fall down, who you gonna call now
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| You know that I could use somebody
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| When you fall down, who you gonna call now |