| Said she hot as arizona
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| Met her in California
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| Smoke with blunts with pneumonia
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| And now she sweet, said she sweet
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| Sweet as a begonia
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| Next second you don’t know her
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| And she’s colder than Minnesota
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| Aye, a few Coronas are my soda
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| And that bitch she gone flip it like a phone, Motorola
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| We both grown and I know that you coming over
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| The cup it runneth over
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| Always off of something, I don’t like to be sober
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| And she always staying mad at me
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| Her double-d's, yeah they energize me just like a battery
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| Its satisfactory
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| Until I’m all alone the inner thoughts attacking me
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| Slacking on the beat it’s like my conscience started stabbing me
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| Like actually, I’m sick of all the pain and fucking agony
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| I feel like I’m the only one that’s really mad at me
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| On ice, I turn life to catastrophe
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| Got through all the bullshit and I made a fucking masterpiece
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| When time comes, your better off offin' me
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| I hate you, don’t talk to me
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| She on the gram, on the gram like stalking me
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| But the bitch speak to me so awfully like (Ayee) |
| Can’t wait, you be telling me some nonsense
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| Stuck in place, yes I guess I’m out of options
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| Can see your face turning to stone to the bone when I lock in
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| She on the phone, all alone on patron starting gossip
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| In my mind all the time is like a mosh pit
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| And I cannot control that shit, I don’t know how to stop it
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| Tryna turn my problems to a prophet |