| I ain’t always good, but I’m feelin' better though
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| Drinkin' whiskey hetero
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| Calendar is lookin like the skill set
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| There ain’t a lotta holes in my schedule
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| Homies on the same shit, I no longer meddle though
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| I ain’t tryna give the T, but I got kettles though
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| I want everyone to love me, but I’m a rebel though
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| And my music takin places I don’t get to go
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| Haven’t come to terms with that, I’ll feel more than I’ll ever know
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| I’ve got to
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| I’ve got to
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| I’ve got to get away 'fore I’m out of my mind
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| I thought too hard
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| I lost you yall
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| Tryin stop who really loves you, what you tryin to find?
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| Tryin' make space for my feelings, that shit make me humble
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| Save grace for the meals, healin is a stumble
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| If you gon thank God for the blessings, thank him for the troubles
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| Get a couple chips and then they fall, that’s how the cookie crumbles
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| I guess I let the fear project
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| I say I love, they hear, reject
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| And here’s the rub, I made a mess
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| I cleaned it up by bleeding less
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| Can’t understand what we accept
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| Can’t understate how we neglect
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| They underrate til we give less
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| I’m underpaid, I’m overstressed
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| I ain’t always good, but I’m feelin' better though
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| Drinkin whiskey hetero
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| Calendar is lookin like the skill set
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| There ain’t a lotta holes in my schedule
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| Homies on the same shit, I no longer meddle though
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| I ain’t tryna give the T, but I got kettles though
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| I want everyone to love me, but I’m a rebel though
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| And my music take in places I don’t get to go
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| Haven’t come to terms with that, I’ll feel more than I’ll ever know
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| I’ve got to
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| I’ve got to
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| I’ve got to get away 'fore I’m out of my mind
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| I thought too hard
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| I lost you yall
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| Tryin stop who really loves you, what you tryin to find? |