| Everybody’s got a weakness
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| A reason to hate, a reason to cry, and a reason to pray
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| But the feeling isn’t going away
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| I feel my face and my skin is misplaced
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| I’ve been in the hills drinking my pain away
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| Tryna kill the cells that are left in my brain
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| Taking shots, getting lit in the bay
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| We and my niggas is
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| I been faded, don’t know where I’ma stay
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| You posted in Vegas, I’m chilling in space
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| Crash the whip then I’m having a race
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| We doing 90 on the way to LA
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| Fuck the Benz, I’ma cop me a Wraith
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| But I need the cake, so please run up my plays
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| No, bitch, we are not a thing
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| No, we won’t date, so please fuck out my face
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| Heavy mob ties, suit and tie
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| If you fuck on me, then you finna die
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| You’re a bullfly, you will not rise
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| You’re a trend, you will soon die
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| I been getting high every single night
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| After parties just to advertise
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| «What a good guy,» no, this is a lie
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| To be honest, all I do is lie
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| Give that bitch the pipe and I make her cry
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| Give her dick, then it’s naptime
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| Her nigga coming back, run, fumble his pack
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| Juggin' niggas like I’m Popeye
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| Take an EDI, pop a butterfly
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| Now my mind’s in the sun fire
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| Lay her to the side, fuck her from the right
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| Now shawty lookin' cockeyed
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| I’m playing poker with my demons
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| I gamble my life away, please take my life away
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| What did I do and the reason I’m going to hell
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| I’m already checking for it, low the ways
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| If she isn’t bad then that bitch a waste
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| Like I’m with that
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| And a real evil look on her face
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| I be fucking with these drugs and I love it
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| I be fucking with these drugs and I love it
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| I be fucking with these drugs and I love it
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| I be fucking with these drugs and I love it
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| I be fucking with these drugs and I love it
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| I be fucking with these drugs and I love it
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| I be fucking with these drugs and I love it
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| I be fucking with these drugs and I love it
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| I be fucking with these drugs and I love it |