| When I, I’m waking up to used products
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| I’m like «fuck», how I let you get to me?
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| You make all whites look bad like African history
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| You make all nights look sad like drunk parents but me
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| I keep letting you use me for a fucking get up
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| Somehow I don’t know how to stop, it’s like a fucking hiccup
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| Besides the fact of you being a drug addicted hipster
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| I see past the coke residue and carpet stains of liquor
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| Even though you are Satan
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| I can’t get over my love for you
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| You see, no matter how many re-ups you snorted you still gon give me that effect
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| You see, no matter big deals you smoked up you still gon give me that effect
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| You make me want to stop trapping, at least until you overdose of your fix
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| But if that happens, my heart will be broken, so here’s your fix
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| You get me every time with your childhood stories
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| You use me, I’m in denial, I’m like a father on Maury
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| I lose a lot, I ignore it
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| But when I’m broke it’s your fault
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| When my connect call me and tell me no more being short
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| You’ll be gone by then, onto another young dealer
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| Just hope you pull your cards right cause you might meet the wrong dealer
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| Like, white bitch, even though you are Satan
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| I can’t get over my love for you
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| You see, no matter how many big deals you smoked up you still gon give me that
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| effect
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| You see, no matter how many re-ups you snorted you still gon give me that effect
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| You fucking slut |