| That’s correct
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| Then, in that central weekend, they were earlier removed for saying that
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| The police were
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| We had the police ring lights on him
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| His judgment’s clowned as mine, nothing feels right
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| Wish he could run but he’s seeing blue lights
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| Knows this it is, thinking, «What if?»
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| More space in the sky but
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| for your life
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| Can’t get past his migraine
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| Couple seconds back, he would have been okay
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| Wakin' up in bed to a new day
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| Reloadin' that new Jaykae, Ezrah, and Jorja Smith
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| Feel like there was a way
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| Wrong turn down the one-way
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| Drove too quick for the getaway
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| Aw, that fool said they left the gate open
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| Last line, dial silence 'til release day
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| Heavy on the mind when the heart breaks
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| Summit for the struggle and the dark days
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| Won’t be home in a thousand nights
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| Wish you could just tell 'em it’ll all be alright
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| I know that I’ve tried every way that I could, oh
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| It’s hard enough tryin' to prove everything that I should, oh
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| You’ve already lost a bet today, you can never find love
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| A thousand nights, thinkin' all that you never did right
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| The judge just put him inside, nothing was right
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| Lost his job so the money was tight
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| Left two kids and the mummy inside
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| Now, daddy can’t give no cuddles at night
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| Was a troublesome guy, hustlin' by
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| Everybody’s raw, had enough of his lies
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| Always had Ps, now he’s getting on top
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| And ain’t tryna lose the love of his life
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| Now he’s juggling white
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| 'Cause he’s a man and he’s got to provide
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| He’s scared but he’s not gonna hide
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| Got something hot in her eye
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| Before the red lights, he’s got to decide
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| The blue lights, the cops pullin' up to the side
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| Just tried doing wrongs for the right
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| I’ll be home in a thousand nights
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| Fucked up, you ain’t gotta tell me twice, trust
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| I know that I’ve tried every way that I could, oh
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| It’s hard enough tryin' to prove everything that I should, oh
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| You’ve already lost a bet today, you can never find love
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| A thousand nights, thinkin' all that you never did right
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| The judge just threw in the boy, shoe in the mud
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| Ain’t got a clue what to do when he’s short
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| Knees deep in, can’t move when you’re stuck
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| He had one last shot, it was due a bit of luck
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| So we groove it a bod, do it if you could
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| Better watch out if you do it in the hood
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| People can’t stand when you’re doin' alright
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| And some little pricks wanna ruin somethin' good
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| Fam', they ran in the house when his kids were asleep
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| Fam', this shit was deep
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| And the news that he just got rid of his crap
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| Said, «Anything you get, you can keep»
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| And they slapped him up in front of his girl
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| Cleaned up, never gave it a sweep
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| And he knew who he was, couldn’t let shit slide
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| Got mad and he jumped into his Jeep
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| Now, I don’t wanna prove myself
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| But sometimes I gotta go one step further than them
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| I don’t wanna roll with them or smoke with them
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| I’m real when I heard they pretend
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| Sometimes you step outside of your house
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| With no intention of servin' a ten
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| Lose it all, start searchin' again
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| Fucked up, feels like I’m cursed to the end (Trust)
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| I know that I’ve tried every way that I could, oh
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| It’s hard enough tryin' to prove everything that I should, oh
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| You’ve already lost a bet today, you can never find love
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| A thousand nights, thinkin' all that you never did right
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| Wrong turn down the one-way
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| Two Js better than one J
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| Wrong turn down the one-way
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| Two Js better than one J
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| Wrong turn down the one-way
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| Two Js better than one J
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| Wrong turn down the one-way
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| Two Js better than one J |