| Who touchin' my, who touchin' my, who touchin' my bag
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| You’re hurtin' me bad, I ain’t seen the glass, it’s the summer
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| I ain’t going bad, better believe in that, had to creep 'em fast
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| Think I’m finna burn it, burn it to the ground, bruh
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| I drink, I smoke, I drink, I smoke, I drink until I sleep
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| (You gotta pass the thing over her)
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| I know, I know, I know, I know, this shit gonn' catch up to me
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah shawty, I)
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| I drink, I smoke, I drink, I smoke, I drink until I sleep
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| (You gotta pass the thing over her)
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| I know, I know, I know, I know, red wine gonn' catch up to me
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| (Westside, red, red wine)
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| I can’t sleep next to no one
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| Who don’t look like, who don’t look like you
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| And all my girlfriends, they tell me
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| Well you would have been better if you picked someone who is just like you
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| (Who touchin' my, who touchin' my, who touchin' my mind)
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| You gotta pass the thing over her
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah shawty, I
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| (Microphone check, check, one, two)
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| You gotta pass the thing over her
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| (Microphone check, check, one, two)
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| Yeah, shawty, westside, yeah, westside, shawty
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m stuck in a van with a mask on
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| Think about taking my life, but the plan’s wrong
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| Think about finding a way to make the sand go, gone
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| I need another song to sing along to
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| Ninth grade, Tyler was the illest shit I ever heard
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| Going to his concerts, no mask, singing every word
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| I think it’s kinda crazy how my life panned out
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| I think it sucks that you and I ain’t work out
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| I used to sleep on Jim’s couch, saying I’ll be out, it’s been sooner than later
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| Seventeen, that sales gonn' make some shit
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| I was gonn' be bigger than The FADER, I wanna be Paramount
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| I wanna move far away and buy my parents a house
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| I was obsessed with a blouse, I just liked the way it looked
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| I thought the brother was cute, he was older than his dawg
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| I was breaking the rules, I was a flaming faggot
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| That’s what the principal called me
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| Not to my face, but I felt
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| When I was stuck in his office
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| I’m just a, I’m just another american problem, my nigga
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| Another american problem |