| My dad built houses
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| My mom painted pictures
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| They both gave it up
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| Once I came into the picture
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| Me, I’m like them
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| Just a fifty-fifty mixture
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| My mom rode horses
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| She wish I had a sister
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| I prefer the pen to a hammer or a brush
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| But I build things up
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| And my imagery is lush
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| I used to play soccer
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| But I never had the touch
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| Basketball, too
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| But I ain’t love it that much
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| Much of my time’s spent looking for a rush
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| Tryna find something to afford me that feeling
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| I fall in love with girls
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| 'Cause they physically appealing
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| A couple weeks pass
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| And the convos hit a ceiling
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| I’ve smoked a few blunts
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| Cookies and Runtz
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| Gotten high enough to know it isn’t what I want
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| Met the celebrities
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| Seen through the fronts
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| Dated one girl and I’ve seen two at once
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| I ain’t upset to be inside for some months
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| And get back in touch with the person that I was
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| Know I’ve given too much of my time to the chase
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| Tryna get in touch with a person that I lust so
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| This the perfect time to hang it up
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| Used to sleep until noon
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| Now at nine I’m waking up
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| More time that I’m inside then the less I want to talk
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| I don’t wanna FaceTime
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| I ain’t tryna say what’s up
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| Careful with the ways that my time is taken up
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| Bunch of geeks tryna take the shine away from us
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| Reaching for critiques and they tryna say I suck
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| Got me reminiscing back to a time I gave a
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| But my skin’s gotten thick since then
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| And my high school crush has done the same thing
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| So when this blows over and I’m back home
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| I’ma tell her that I’m really done playing games
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| Seven figures in my bank statements
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| Seven fellas that I’m staying on the same page with
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| We’ve been shooting for the stars and our aim’s dangerous
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| Hasn’t been a single thing that the gang can’t get
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| My main thing shall remain nameless
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| Know they ask about her often, but I ain’t saying shit
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| There’s a level of discretion that I’m maintaining
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| She don’t understand it but she ain’t famous
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| We gon' see who’s still around once the game changes
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| She’s a business woman but I got her playing favorites
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| You ain’t rooting for me then I gotta make changes
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| Ex girls watching with a lot of fake pages (A lot of fake pages)
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| My OG showed me what a plain jane is
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| And a bust down is
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| Now I got a hankering to spend a few thousand
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| KY used to take me up to Icebox when he’d get his jewelry cleaned
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| They would ask if they could help me and I say «I'm just browsing»
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| Woyne worked at Enterprise, rentals discounted
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| Ville to the A and back, we was putting miles in
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| Always wondered to myself
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| If I could really be the leader of a group of brown skinned boys
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| When I’m not brown skinned
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| Certain things they grew up on that they get but I don’t get
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| Differences in how we raised make me feel like I don’t fit
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| Not to mention the distance between our parents' houses
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| Share some money with 'em so they know I care about 'em
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| I’m tryna to do it right and figure what a fair amount is
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| But I fantasize 'bout a day that we all swimming in it
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| No contracts and we independent
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| Stay close, never start a convo with «It's a been a minute»
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| 'Cause it never will be, end of sentence
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| Nemo, that’s my right hand
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| Guides me through my indecisions
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| Vodka in my left hand, takes away my inhibitions
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| Way too gone but I’m waking up in mint condition
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| Ready for whatever, got the troops with me
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| In position |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Baxter Avenue , by - Jack Harlow. Song from the album Thats What They All Say, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп