| Running to tomorrow like fuck my actions until I run into tomorrow
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| I called the captain, he was sinking in a bottle
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| I called the captain, he was sinking in a bottle
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| And off the record I said dude get it together
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| Almost launched ya
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| Unsure of my last night operation, that’s my favorite xan effect
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| Like if I don’t remember nothing then I got like no regrets
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| I been dodging round with Billy and Mandy, playing around with Death
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| You want call four fouls, I’m still paying off the ref
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| I’m still sticking out my chest, poppa said I’ll get respect
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| That ain’t work, million dollar smirk when charm take their work
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| Now respect don’t mean shit, ain’t worth my spit mixed in the dirt
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| That ain’t work, million dollar smirk when charm take their work
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| Now respect don’t mean shit, ain’t worth my spit mixed in the dirt
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| I ain’t got a lot of time to waste with these motherfuckers
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| You want in my space or you slow my pace, two face
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| I might have to pull it off the waist in this motherfucker
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| Get to spraying like it’s mace, yeah
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| I ain’t got a lot of time to waste with these motherfuckers
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| You want in my space or you slow my pace, two face
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| I might have to pull it off the waist in this motherfucker
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| Get to spraying like it’s mace
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| I got devil horns, she got angel wings
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| When I fuck her got her singing up to heaven’s gates
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| North Face bitch, I"m ready for an expedition
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| Used to have to re-up, now I got my bag
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| Fuck what any haters say bitch I’m in my bag
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| Knock him stone cold then I take his bitch for takeout
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| Rocking stone, looking gorgeous everyday now
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| Never taking L’s cash rules everything around me, yeah
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| I don’t need a pill to fit in my surroundings, yeah
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| Mick brought the water, sip that in the club yeah
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| Money trees, bad bitches, more love yeah
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| Throwing bands like a quarterback
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| Switch hoes like clothes, leave 'em in the past
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| I ain’t got a lot of time to waste with these motherfuckers
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| You want in my space or you slow my pace, two face
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| I might have to pull it off the waist in this motherfucker
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| Get to spraying like it’s mace, yeah
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| I ain’t got a lot of time to waste with these motherfuckers
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| You want in my space or you slow my pace, two face
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| I might have to pull it off the waist in this motherfucker
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| Get to spraying like it’s mace |