| I remember when you used to hold my hand
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| Now you acting like a ghost girl
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| Live forever with a smile stuck on your face
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| You think he know you but I know you the most, girl
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| You will never find another one just like me
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| Long nights getting high on the coast, girl
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| Two weeks and I still got the same old jeans on
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| Never got a girl when I need one
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| I see your face when I look out the window
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| I think about her every time that I sniff blow
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| If you love me, hit me up on the flip phone
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| I’m dying, I don’t think that my bitch know
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| I don’t think that my bitch know
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| I’m dying, I don’t think that my bitch know
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| I’m dying, I don’t think that my bitch know
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| I’m dying, yeah, yeah
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| I remember when you used to hold my hand
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| Now you acting like a ghost girl
|
| Live forever with a smile stuck on your face
|
| You think you know you when I know you the most, girl
|
| You will never find another one just like me
|
| Long nights getting high on the coast, girl
|
| Two weeks and I got same old jeans on
|
| Never got a girl when I need one
|
| I see your face when I look at the window
|
| I think about her every time that I sniff blow
|
| If you love me hit me up on the flip phone
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| I’m dying I don’t think that my bitch know
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| I don’t think that my bitch know
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| I’m dying, I don’t think that my bitch know
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| I’m dying, I don’t think that my bitch know
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| I’m dying, yeah, yeah |