| Why you gotta act so immature
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| You wan’t me but you ain’t sure
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| I be half way to Australia by the time you at my door
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| I be out here getting mine
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| Then you want me to be yours
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| It don’t work like that, don’t believe in words like that
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| Every day I turn my back on yesterday, that’s where you at and where you stay,
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| no coming back to you
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| It’s a Sunday afternoon
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| All em niggas gassing you
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| Now you stuck in New York City while your dreams is passing you
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| Kick back at the crib
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| Champagne in the fridge
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| Back yard with a pool
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| All my niggas lit
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| Where you at
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| Where you been
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| Where you at
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| Where you been
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| Let me live
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| Let me live
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| Let me live
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| Let me live
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| Bad chick in LA, uh
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| Palm trees in my shades, uh
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| I been riding these waves, yeah
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| Why you throwing me shade, uh
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| Bad chick in New York, uh
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| Miss her when I’m on tour, uh
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| She been keeping it real
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| Boy don’t forget where you from
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| Lately you been acting like you care
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| Calling me like we a pair
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| I been out in California with a girl I met in Texas but she from the Carolina’s
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| Let’s just keep it how we left it, yes it work like that
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| Don’t know why you hurt like that
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| Left me then you turn right back
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| Stab me when I turn my back
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| Now it seem you running after me
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| But I’m living happily
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| This is just how it had to be
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| There’s just so much happening
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| Hope you’ll be glad for me
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| Kick back at the crib
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| Champagne in the fridge
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| Back yard with a pool
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| All my niggas lit
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| Where you at
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| Where you been
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| Where you at
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| Where you been
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| Let me live
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| Let me live
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| Let me live
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| Let me live
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| Bad chick in LA, uh
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| Palm trees in my shades, uh
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| I been riding these waves, yeah
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| Why you throwing me shade, uh
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| Bad chick in New York, uh
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| Miss her when I’m on tour, uh
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| She been keeping it real
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| Boy don’t forget where you from
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| Only want the love if the love is free
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| Could’ve been good but you upped the fee
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| Call my phone like where I’m at
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| With a women that really got love for me
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| Thanks for all of that pain
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| Thanks for helping me grow
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| Funny how this shit change
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| You ain’t got shit from my soul
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| Kick back at the crib
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| Champagne in the fridge
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| Back yard with a pool
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| All my niggas lit
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| Where you at
|
| Where you been
|
| Where you at
|
| Where you been
|
| Let me live
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| Let me live
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| Let me live
|
| Let me live
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| Bad chick in LA, uh
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| Palm trees in my shades, uh
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| I been riding these waves, yeah
|
| Why you throwing me shade, uh
|
| Bad chick in New York, uh
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| Miss her when I’m on tour, uh
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| She been keeping it real
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| Boy don’t forget where you from |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sydney , by - KOTA The Friend. Song from the album Anything., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп