| I done made a lot of money
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| I spent it all on myself
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| I got a couple hunneds comin
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| Wipe the tears away with a dollar bill
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| Nyquil dreams, I regret ‘em
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| Try to get me down I never let it
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| This is my only conversation, let me tell you
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| Smokin up to forget about my feelings
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| I been messing up a lot, but it’s my head that told me
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| Viridescent on my mind, sins standin before me
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| If I die tonight, 100,000 mourning for me
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| Same people telling me I ain’t a step up from boring
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| Ride or die, ain’t messing with that fake shit
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| All or nothing that’s the motto that I live with
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| Coming up quick, soon I’m your first pick
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| I don’t need my hands, my fuckin mind is what I feel with
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| Whole without myself like an amputee
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| I’m tryna tell myself that it ain’t the weed
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| Her solemn plea for a second me.
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| Letting me die that’s the second thing.
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| And I could care less about the dumb suckas tryna stop me
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| Packin heat in my back seat, no one try to rob me
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| I’m a god of the 4−5, that’s right
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| I’m a tyrant, I fuckin write this, I drop that tight shit
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| Fire, I fucking light this, I never fight this
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| I said I’m higher, a higher power, I’m Eiffel Tower
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| So, I can’t help that
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| I done made a lot of money
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| I spent it all on myself
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| I got a couple hunneds comin
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| Wipe the tears away with a dollar bill
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| Nyquil dreams, I regret ‘em
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| Try to get me down I never let it
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| This is my only conversation, let me tell you
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| Smokin up to forget about my feelings
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| I done told a lot of stories
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| Thought a lot of thoughts
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| Pressure from the people, yeah it never seems to stop
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| People conversating but they never seem to talk
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| Running up this money, now I never need to walk oh
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| People I don’t know
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| These people need to go home
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| These people taking that tone
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| That’s enough
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| I done told a lot of stories
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| Thought a lot of thoughts
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| Pressure from the people, yeah it never seems to stop
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| People conversating but they never seem to talk
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| Running up this money, now I never need to walk oh
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| People I don’t know
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| These people need to go home
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| These people taking that tone
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| Listen up
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| I done made a lot of money
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| I spent it all on myself
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| I got a couple hunneds comin
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| Wipe the tears away with a dollar bill
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| Nyquil dreams, I regret ‘em
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| Try to get me down I never let it
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| This is my only conversation, let me tell you
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| Smokin up to forget about my feelings
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| Rake it in, rake it in, let me get it
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| Let me sit, let me sit on my winnings
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| I’m a heartbreaker, playmaker, soul taker
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| Best underage, best believe Imma make it
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| Rake it in, rake it in, let me get it
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| Let me sit, let me sit on my winnings
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| I’m a heartbreaker, playmaker, soul taker
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| Best underage, best believe Imma make it
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| I’m a- |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thoughts , by - lonemoon. Song from the album Crescents, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп