| Picking flowers, I’m a garden for you
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| Talking louder, am I bothering you?
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| Please talk to me, cause I’m talking to you
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| Please walk with me, when I’m walking with you
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| Remember the times, when we was broke broke
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| I ain’t have clothes, I ain’t have a stove, I ain’t have a soul
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| But you brought me close, I thought it was hope, I thought it was hope
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| But you let me go, I don’t even know, I don’t even know
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| Tryna pull up in a jag
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| Looking like a fucking dad
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| Remember them times down bad
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| Now ain’t more going back (yeah!)
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| Pull up, pull up in a fast car!
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| This shit looking like a NASCAR!
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| Bitch I’m a side of bad fraud!
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| She been riding like the task force!
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| Picking up these flowers in my garden
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| You won’t let me leave like a warden
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| Speeding fast, when I pull out the lot
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| Your bitch ask, when she could give me top
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| This shit gas, when I smoke in the lot
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| Good and bad, you had opened your heart
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| Picking flowers, I’m a garden for you
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| Screaming louder, hear them louder for you
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| Acting sour, now get out over you
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| Yeah, I guess it’s the girl code, to have doubt over you
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| Hey, my bad Tezzo |