| I say, ambition killed my innocence
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| Why you think it’s rhymes that I’m scribbling
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| Same reason, you’re here at the venue, pivoting
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| Green room to green room
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| Nah baby we ain’t different
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| Do you wanna roll like the back of the neck on Timbaland?
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| My siblings known to get it in
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| See your friends giggling
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| What you sniffling
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| Ain’t insulin, do your thing girl
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| Go erase your pain girl
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| Tell me how it taste girl
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| Top of the morning
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| I ain’t yawning
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| I blow smoke at the top of the awning
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| Please be honest, I can see you feel so tarnished
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| Yeah, I made some coffee, throw some bacon on the foreman
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| Both of her friends adore me
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| That always comes with touring
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| Bet you came a long way from getting touched the wrong way
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| Taking care of your little brothers
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| No boo,?
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| We’re all tryna make it
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| Try and see what we can parlay
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| On the way we party
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| Never get played like arcades
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| Don’t forget your coat, girl
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| You know it’s such a cold world
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| And I know all the things you’ve been through
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| Cause I’ve probably been through 'em too
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| Don’t forget your coat on the way out
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| Tomorrow you can start brand new
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| Another day, another state of mind
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| We tryna escape, make some cake
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| Fuck a wait in line
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| You walk past in your heels and your fat ass
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| You know strength in numbers, didn’t learn that shit in math class
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| You bringing sisters from Sigma Kappa you chasing after your favorite rapper in
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| hopes of limelights and greener pastures
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| Your burtbag filled with lip gloss and morning after
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| I know that look you giving me baby, I know I’m dapper
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| We find comfort in each other, find comfort under covers
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| Both raised by single mothers, both swear the world don’t love us
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| You damn right, they can’t touch us, shake your daddy issues
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| And shake your fatty tissues, let’s make this thing official
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| Know to let it go it might sound ludicrous
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| They say I’m next to blow that makes two of us
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| I know it seems slow the only way to move is up
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| Who cares though baby struggle ain’t new to us
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| Who knew we both got a couple screws loose
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| We need more than Jesus, we need more Greygoose
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| I’m not tryna use you, I’m tryna save you
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| I’m just tryna do you got my cards up on the table
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| I’m assuming you mother part of the union
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| Your father skipped town before you even received communion
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| Then we check your I.D. |
| we don’t want nobody suing
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| If this is true please continue what your doing letting loose
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| You got problems, you undress them
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| I got problems I address them
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| On the record baby I know that you better than this
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| Just a victim to the pressure with your fix up on the dresser
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| You become a predecessor please don’t revel in this
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| Least I tried, ain’t no turning back it’s a
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| Frame of mind, ain’t no learning that
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| There’s stars in your eyes, yeah I know you heard of that
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| So move your thighs to the side baby let me work your back, yeah |