| Twisted, predicted this life wouldn’t be a scripted
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| But shit it’s as if I’m sitting flipping through some horror flicks
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| I quarrel with my own thoughts and box the shit
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| Out of everything I’ve ever written
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| If only if, I could turn me off and turn it on
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| When I wanted this
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| God your lips must hurt from all the fucking ass you kiss
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| I mean it’s complicated, I’m almost always faded
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| Pupils always dilated, my father’s devastated
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| Didn’t graduate, even almost make it
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| Man I’m conversating with myself some Ramen noodles
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| And some rolling paper
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| Feeling nervous waiting for my lawyer’s ass to call
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| She’s always contemplating how to tell me nah
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| I’m fucking horrible at love, and frankly I’m scared as shit
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| Cuz my daughter’s getting big, I’m just a kid with a kid
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| I’m fucking heated up, but fuck that
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| This ain’t that original
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| And ever since Drake, everyone is so emotional
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| One hit wonders, you probably call that shit the hype
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| You probably bumping all that trill shit
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| Thinking it’s the life
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| Well don’t wait up
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| I promise I’m gonna get my weight up
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| I’m gonna get some trophies for the niggas at my table
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| Do you feel us, it’s okay if you don’t feel us
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| Yeah, I know we ain’t the first one’s to be the fucking realest
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| So don’t wait up
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| I promise I’m gonna get my weight up
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| I’m gonna get some trophies for the niggas at my table
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| Do you feel us, it’s okay if you don’t feel us
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| Yeah, I know we ain’t the first one’s to be the fucking realest |