| Weed crumbs
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| Beneath the nails of these thumbs
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| I been watching Fresh Prince re-runs
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| And getting high and getting high and getting high
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| High ‘til I fall for you (oh)
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| Stand up and fall for you (oh)
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| I’ll give my all to you (oh)
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| Wherever I’ll fall for you
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| These days
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| If it ain’t you, I see grey
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| You give me all my strength on weak days
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| Been getting high and getting high and getting high
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| High ‘til I fall for you (oh)
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| Stand up and fall for you (oh)
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| I’ll give my all to you (oh)
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| Savage, savage, used to be my savage
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| Now you never call me, tell me oh what happened?
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| Ratchet, ratchet, used to be my ratchet
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| Slap you on a mattress, now you’re moving backwards
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| When I turned around you had a next ting
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| I see you on the 'Gram and you be flexing
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| All my bruddas see me, I been stressing
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| ‘Cause you’re the only one I could invest in
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| Fall for you (oh)
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| I’ll give my all to you (oh)
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| Wherever I’ll fall for you (oh)
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| I’ll give my all to you (oh)
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| You just spun in my way
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| I’m like the boy in the corner, I’ve been dizzy for days
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| And now it’s feeling like torture when I don’t see your face
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| You know I’m anti but anti doesn’t come into play
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| When your eyes meet mine, this that forever flow
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| Falling
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| Poker chips
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| All in
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| Heavens on the phone for you calling
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| I just hope I see you in the morning
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| Fell like winter up in Westeros
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| I keep dreaming ‘bout you wearing less clothes
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| Love you even more than my best bros
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| Soul on my sleeve is the dress code |