| You can be my sugar honey peach
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| On the regular
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| No bullshit, freak shit
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| On the regular
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| We can have a party all night
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| Baby If you’re gonna dance
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| Do it til the sunlight
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| Hold it down right
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| Spotlight
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| You’ll do anything you can just to get it lit
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| All night
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| Then you get anything you want
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| Fuck that shit
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| Alright?
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| Cause girl i’m just a man tryna reckon my pride
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| But I’m still a real nigga from the Eastside
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| Wonder what it feels like
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| Just to feel (in a feild)
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| Lights everywhere, sorta ill, is it real life?
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| Summer chill, and it’s still mine
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| Never here
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| When it’s real, does it feel like
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| Nothing feels right?
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| Uh
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| Wonder would it feel right
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| Just to binge off a bridge
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| Life on the edge, like
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| Would you still lie?
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| Would you deal?
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| Well i still might
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| Nothing feels quite
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| Like a thrill of a pill bite
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| But you’re still my
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| Peach!
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| What a damn ride
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| Kawasaki, cocaine
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| With my hands tied
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| Pray your wallet got me
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| Okay? |
| okay
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| No change
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| That’s a bad vibe
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| Cutting in and out of both lanes
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| Mama do the brakes, you can’t drive
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| I wanna be real, real shit
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| I wanna be still myself
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| I wanna be chill
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| You gotta be chiller
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| Fire debree, feels like hell
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| Hundred degrees out on a beach, yeah
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| I wanna be here
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| You gotta be
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| More than a seed, my
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| Peach! |