| Yeah, uh
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| Moving with emotion, no force
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| Wavy like the ocean, of course
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| Who gave you the notion, I couldn’t roll on my own
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| Had to hop off the wave, learning to float on my own
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| Copped the boat on my own, verse that I wrote on my own
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| Just know a nigga place is low-key
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| No cash or bank statements on me
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| Good dank, I got it from the homies
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| No OGs
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| Know that they cold, live by a cold
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| I feel it different when, living a different way
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| That’s how it goes, that’s how it goes
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| But I know my shit is gold, yeah
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| I know my shit is gold
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| I was locked up, ate all my feelings like cheese
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| I was blocked up, had to start opening things
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| I would not touch, had to acknowledge som dreams
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| I could not sleep, had to be, I could not creep
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| Had to be Aris, Elise, I am not sheep
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| Shit that I carried for years finally got me
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| Shit that I carried for years finally got me |