| I’m playing with fire tryna get higher
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| I just left my happy place pissed off
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| I’m painting pictures with poison, going through a lot
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| Hell yeah, I get for high for heaven’s sake
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| So deep in the cut, I might die by the blade
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| Yeah, I let the clock bleed all-day
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| Why you in my way? |
| You such a waste, man
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| I think I know what’s up
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| But I’m so high that I don’t give a fuck, right now
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| I’m riding 'round with that hard luck on me
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| If there a problem, then I solve it
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| I’m painting pictures with poison
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| Cuz' I ain’t got shit but narcotics
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| I found love, but I lost it
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| But I don’t give a fuck I’m not bothered
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| Sometimes you gotta let the beat speak
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| I’m playing with fire, tryna get higher
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| I just left my happy place pissed off
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| (Okay we seen some better days, let’s just have a good time)
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| I’m painting pictures with poison, I’m going through a lot!
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| Hell yeah I get for high for heaven’s sake
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| So deep in the cut, I might die by the blade
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| Yeah, I let the clock bleed all-day
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| Why you in my way? |
| You such a waste, man
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| I mean, I got room for space, man
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| Yeah, my life is pretty vacant
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| And that’s just the way I like it
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| I ain’t wit that fake shit
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| You could call me by name bitch
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| Shit, it is what it is I don’t give a fuck
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| I been growing money trees, I got paper cuts
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| All I ever wanna do is run it up |