| Late nights and early mornings
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| Paid flight and stage frights, I’m still exhausted
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| The pays nice, the fames type but it not important
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| All I want is to go rest my head somewhere exotic
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| Careful what you wish for, I wished and then I got it
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| And then I gotta get more, it’s addictive, this is huntin'
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| But yo, it’s funny 'cause they thinkin' that I’m famous
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| They askin' me for pictures, they just want it for the sakes
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| It’s kinda crazy, they don’t even wanna know my fuckin' name
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| And it’s just heinous, they wanna be around me 'cause I made it
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| But I ain’t shit, I ain’t rich, man, I still starin' at a blank check
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| I still pull out my last 10 bucks to tip the waitress
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| Ha, it’s kinda strange how it works, hey
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| You celebrate like everyday is our birthday
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| We smokin' to relax and we drinkin' to forget
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| And we wake up in the morning and we deeper in our desp
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| It’s crazy
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| Neva said, I didn’t like this life
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| I never said didn’t wanted all this
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| I pour drink and then it might feel right
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| I keep forgetin' why we got like this
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| Pour another 20 in the tank, rollin' through the city
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| Some muddy in my drink, yo
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| Some muddy in my drink
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| No money in my bank
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| Give a fuck what y’all think, ha
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| I quited drinkin', took a break and then I relapsed
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| So now I take a shot and I can feel it in my knee caps
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| It’s like I need when I’m workin' under pressure
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| 'Cause that hangover was crazy, they like Merk you gotta get up
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| But I can’t, I’m contented inside this hotel room
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| Late check out, we gotta go by noon
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| I’m in the lobby and I’m waiting on deposits for no damage
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| But there’s roaches on the carpet, spill vodka on the mattress
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| Honestly, thought that we did the show and went to sleep
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| At that point I was so drunk, I blanked out
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| So I get angry 'till eventually they gave me cash
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| And them I’m takin' that and droppin' it all on the tank of gas, yeah
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| The next city is a six hour drive, I wake up, we arrive and see these kids
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| outside
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| Promoter trynna form them in a big guest line
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| And we pop another bottle 'cause it’s almost show time
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| Like fuck it
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| Neva said, I didn’t like this life
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| I never said I didn’t wanted all this
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| I pour drink and then it might feel right
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| I keep forgettin' why we got like this
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| Pour another 20 in the tank, rollin' through the city
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| Some muddy in my drink, yo
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| Some muddy in my drink
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| No money in my bank
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| Give a fuck what y’all think, ha |