| I’m sittin' in my room and I’m thinkin' 'bout you
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| I’m all out of prescriptions, but you still mess up my head
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| They say ring around the rosie, don’t put rings on none these hoes
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| You got me in and out of focus
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| Girl, you gotta feel like you’re famous
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
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| 'Cause you don’t make me feel like I’m worth it
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
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| Girl, you make me feel like…
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| Bae, bae, bae, would you save me, though? |
| (Shit)
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| Ain’t been outside, I’ve been stayin' low
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| Bad lil' thing call me baby gold
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| Bank K.O., Rodeo
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| And lately, I’ve been feelin' crazy, ay
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| Suicidal thoughts, yep, day-to-day
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| Boolin' in my Bape, yup, paid today
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| Prolly shoot myself in a Bentley, okay
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| None of this shit don’t matter to me no
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| Lovey-dovey life, yep, all a placebo
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| Everyone cheat, what can I believe, ho?
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| Just some other shit I’ll never believe though
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| Who really there for the fame?
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| Who really there for the mane?
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| Can’t make a dime go hundred, where’s the change?
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| From lint to a hundred in a year, that’s change, I’m…
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| I’m sittin' in my room and I’m thinkin' 'bout you
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| I’m all out of prescriptions, but you still mess up my head
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| They say ring around the rosie, don’t put rings on none these hoes
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| You got me in and out of focus
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| Girl, you gotta feel like you’re famous
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
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| 'Cause you don’t make me feel like I’m worth it
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
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| Girl, you make me feel like…
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| Yeah, give me that OJ, your love so sweet (Shit)
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| Have a nigga reminiscin' for days, shoot
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| Give me that OJ, your love so sweet
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| Make a nigga wanna go out my way for you
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| Shawty bring peace to my mind
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| Every time that I can’t think right, and I can’t cope
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| Can’t light a flame with no candle
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| Let it string along with no banjo
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| Too intimate, diligent, she move too militant
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| She be my strength and a high, uh
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| Elevation, not my pride
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| Every time I’m at her door I come inside, uh
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| She got ignition and drive, huh
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| Independent with a glide, uh
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| Know me well and know my size, uh
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| She noble with the prize
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| Make me fly out my window like Peter Pan
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| Way I play with the pussy make PETA dance
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| Way we raisin' the bar, I don’t need a Xan
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| Might just dip on the set like I’m Killa Cam
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| Hit the corner, we kissin' and touchin', she lustin'
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| We be actin' 'cause we always fuckin'
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| But we know we don’t want no discussion
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| So no fussin', let’s just skip to us, then
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| I’m sittin' in my room and I’m thinkin' 'bout you
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| I’m all out of prescriptions, but you still mess up my head
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| They say ring around the rosie, don’t put rings on none these hoes
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| You got me in and out of focus
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| Girl, you gotta feel like you’re famous
|
| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
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| 'Cause you don’t make me feel like I’m worth it
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
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| Girl, you make me feel like…
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| Shit |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prescriptions, artist - lilbootycall. Album song Jesus Said Run It Back, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп