| I’mma be down, be there
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| You give me
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| Gimme til next week
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| Best believe
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| Since I locked eyes with you, yeah
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| I’m tryna to lock my bike with you
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| Go on a long ride with you
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| Vibe with you
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| No sleep 'till the money’s in the mattress… Queen size
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| I ain’t seen the face or been eye to eye with that ass since
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| Since… I got up in this metal bird, crossed the atlas
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| To hear these words shouted back in all accents… Facts
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| I ain’t out here getting more head than the stairs of the Aztec
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| Ain’t even out here tryna reach the masses, uh
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| It’s for young Ave who’s cutting math class to bump mathematics
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| He prolly asking if it’s adding up
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| Asking why I be, spending minutes like I got 'em half price
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| Sitting next to jet engines
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| If it catch fire then, what’s the word?
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| What’s the worth per syllable in the verse?
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| What’s for dessert once I’m in the dirt?
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| For the first time I ain’t fretting the big questions
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| I just need a million seconds
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| I’mma be there, be there
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| You give me
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| Gimme til next week
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| Best believe
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| Since I locked eyes with you, yeah
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| I’m tryna to lock my bike with you
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| Want a long ride with you
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| Vibe with you
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| I’mma be there, be there
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| Living out a suitcase
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| You my carry-on
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| When I get home
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| Buy that pussy a head stone
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| Ever since I locked eyes with you
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| I’m tryna to lock my bike with you
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| Ride with you |