| Feel like I’m living it twice
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| All this shit in my mind
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| On my way back to you
|
| Had twenty in the tank
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| And a pocket full of change
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| But I made that shit last for you
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| Before life got crazy
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| Laying up in your bed
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| We was waking up with no cares
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| It feels like maybe
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| We could bring it right back
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| Back before we got on track
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| And life got crazy
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| Rolling Stones
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| Big blunt rolled
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| Open roads
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| I ain’t worried 'bout much
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| I know
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| Shit is different
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| Hanging on baby
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| Cause we living so fast
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| Tryna break bread with the homies
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| Got a big head, yeah you know me
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| Nights like that
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| Never get ahead, moving slowly
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| Then it went left, what you know me
|
| When life got crazy
|
| Feel like I’m living it twice
|
| All this shit in my mind
|
| On my way back to you
|
| Had twenty in the tank
|
| And a pocket full of change
|
| But I made that shit last for you
|
| Before life got crazy
|
| Laying up in your bed
|
| We was waking up with no cares
|
| It feels like maybe
|
| We could bring it right back
|
| Back before we got on track
|
| And life got crazy
|
| Even if I go to hell
|
| I won’t be lonely
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| homies with me
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| Even if I go to hell
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| I won’t be lonely ever
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| At least I got my homies with me
|
| Cause we living so fast
|
| Tryna break bread with the homies
|
| Got a big head, yeah you know me
|
| Nights like that
|
| Never get ahead, moving slowly
|
| Then it went left, what you know me
|
| When life got crazy
|
| Feel like I’m living it twice
|
| All this shit in my mind
|
| On my way back to you
|
| Had twenty in the tank
|
| And a pocket full of change
|
| But I made that shit last for you
|
| Before life got crazy |