| Forty ounce in my right hand
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| Watchin' Drunk History alone, it’s a vibe here
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| Workin' through a few things
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| Feel like I’m Jordan in the flu game
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| Look at her alleviate the lightness, yeah
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| I gotta whole lotta baggage
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| Grew up in a place with a whole lotta static
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| It’s been a couple years since I strolled out the traffic
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| And made a lane all on my own
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| I been livin' for my soul
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| By that I mean my son
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| They hopin' that I fold
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| But I have jut began
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| I’m gonna tell my story 'til there’s nothin' in my lungs
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| And my face turn blue and my fingers go numb
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| I been gettin' over shit, I been gettin' through shit
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| Life would be the Titanic if it was a cruise ship
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| But I ain’t no DiCaprio, I ain’t finna sadly go
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| I’m swimmin' to the shore
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| Call the forest, everybody gettin' carried home
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| Never been this happy though
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| The got swaggy, but my legs still assy bro
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| I’m still the same fool, I’m still the same dude
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| Bottle changed up but the spirit ain’t new |