| Full of vanilla, flyin' over chocolate mountains
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| I stare at the Pacific while I'm smokin' on a kilometer
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| The feds, they hot on us, one hundred on the thermometer
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| They raided my private plane, I went got one that's more privater
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| R.I.P. |
| Juice WRLD, wrote that on two cups
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| Cuz pour out a lil' juice for him, shit gave me goosebumps
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| Nigga been through too much, lookin' in the rearview to see the future
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| And that just don't sit right
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| Living like I can't die, fumble with me
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| FBI arrest me, why?
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| They can't nail me so they just screwin' me
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| I just try, try to hide
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| Sometimes it's hard to find time to be the good guy and still be someone
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| Enjoyin' my good times more than sometimes, and I just hope
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| I don't get time 'cause I ain't got time
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| I was high as fuck yesterday, damn, time flies
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| Where am I?
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| I admit I can't live when I think too much, too much on my mind
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| I don't get high, I got high
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| I was high as fuck yesterday, damn, time flies
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| Where am I?
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| I admit I can't live when I think too much, too much
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| But sometimes I'm at home and I gotta focus (Gotta focus)
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| I told bae, "Some day I could be gone and you might have to post up"
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| Fuck what I'm talkin' 'bout, I run my mouth too much
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| Got too much on my mind, think about too much
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| Said, "It's our time to shine," then the clouds blew up
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| She said, "You better lock me down 'fore they lock you up"
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| And that just don't sit right
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| Living like I can't die, codeine in me
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| Just look through my girl contacts
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| I don't know what she see in me
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| I just try, try to hide
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| Sometimes it's hard to find time to be the good guy and still be someone
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| Enjoyin' my good times more than sometimes, but I just hope
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| I don't get time 'cause I ain't got time
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| I was high as fuck yesterday, damn, time flies
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| Where am I?
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| I admit I can't live when I think too much, too much on my mind
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| I don't get high, I got high
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| I was high as fuck yesterday, damn, time flies
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| Where am I?
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| I admit I can't live when I think too much, too much
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| Oh, yeah
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| Can't get a plane off the ground, I feel, sometimes
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| But even the weights get to bask in the sunlight
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| Are you really listenin'? |
| We're waitin' for the punchline
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| Is anyone listenin'? |
| I'm waitin' for the punchline
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| I just don't have the time
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| Watch the flash, don't blink your eye
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| But my head hurts, ooh, don't lie
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| But I'm think I'm livin' right
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| But some shit just don't sit right
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| Shit just don't right
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| But some shit just don't sit right
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| It just don't sit right
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| And that just don't sit right
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| Living like I can't die, codeine in me
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| Just look through my girl contacts
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| I don't know what she see in me
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| I just try, try to hide
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| Sometimes it's hard to find time to be the good guy and still be someone
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| Enjoyin' my good times more than sometimes, but I just hope |