| It’s 3 AM, adderall kicking my ass
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| Bitch I’m a slave to the land, reckless behavior attached
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| Whoa, woe is him
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| I find it funny that without this money attached
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| You took your love and you ran
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| Bitch I ain’t forget
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| I let it hurt that you caused my soul, I still ain’t let that shit go
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| And you cryin' over the phone
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| Yet again
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| This was in twenty fourteen, bitch we was only eighteen
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| Fast forward, now look at me
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| Look at what you did
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| I went from happy-go-lucky, look how you robbed that shit from me,
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| now every track I go dummy
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| Just me might do me in
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| Now I just stall with the pain, smokin' alone in the rain, thoughts of you
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| killin' my brain
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| How do I forget?
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| Lead me to spotless for months, bring me the sun and the shine, tired of
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| wastin' my time
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| Tell me where it ends
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| Your friends will look at me funny, now that I’m drowin' in money,
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| I see the end and it’s comin'
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| I cannot pretend
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| This is inevitable, baby
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| Thank you for driving me crazy
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| Look how successful you made me
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| Girl it’s 3 AM
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| This shit inevitable, baby
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| Thank you for driving me crazy
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| Look how successful you made me
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| Girl it’s 3 AM
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| Da-da-da-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da-da-da
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| It’s 3 AM |