| One, two, three, go
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| , pour in my four
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| Heal my heart but it’s hard, I know
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| No one there for me and my lows
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| Tryna change but it’s hard to show
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| Don’t get decayed, I feel like I’m XO
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| Blow up my phone, won’t respond to your texts though
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| If you want smoke then we come for your neck, bro
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| Shots gonna spray, shoot him right in his temple
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| I shoot him down, we gon' hit him with a hunnid rounds, uh
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| You better check in with me if you come in my town, huh
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| Put my fucking feelings in the air, bitch, in this song, yuh
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| Can’t just fucking fold, I cannot let my niggas down, no
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| Feel like Eric, we gonna put knots under your
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| Tired of these feelings but I cannot
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| Think a nigga broke? |
| I might just take me up a car
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| Get out of my head, I need to get out, it’s too loud
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| Never been the same
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| Yeah, these snakes tryna find a way to get away
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| I’m in the function and it’s turnt up
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| Pussy talk tough, in the end she wanna ride with us
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| Bitch, I’m bussin' out the coupe, time-time to get back
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| Don’t think I can lose, yeah, it’s a big fact
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| Ayy, looking for something, ayy, crash, then I jump in
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| Me and Edgar hanging out the window, we get to dumping
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| Hey, don’t think you can save me, fucking going crazy
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| Call me to check up and tell you how I’m feeling
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| Empty, exhausted, lost and I’m nauseous
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| for the drank, get a bag and I’m noddin' |