| Circle 'round the block while we smoking on the doja
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| Ducking from the cops 'cause the window tinted
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| Work with what I got, now my vision moving slower
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| Pushing mind body soul to the fuckin' limit
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| Spraying down my clothes 'cause I’m tryna hide the odor
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| Wish it wouldn’t end
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| Wish it wouldn’t end right now
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| But it’s easy to see that’s over
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| Trouble comes up when the sun gets lower
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| I just need some sourdough pretzels and a bag of beef jerky
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| B-bra size perky, see, I’m not worthy of it
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| Cartoons and sex sharper than harpoons
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| That stimulates the mind like middle school art rooms
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| I gotta trust it, but for now, I’m on my Instagram
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| Where people measure worth by their followers like I give a damn
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| I took a lot of jumpers and I’m putting on a clinic and
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| There’s truth behind the numbers, fuck a middle man
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| Circle 'round the block while we smoking on the doja
|
| Ducking from the cops 'cause the window tinted
|
| Work with what I got, now my vision moving slower
|
| Pushing mind body soul to the fuckin' limit
|
| Spraying down my clothes 'cause I’m tryna hide the odor
|
| Wish it wouldn’t end
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| Wish it wouldn’t end right now
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| But it’s easy to see that’s over
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| Trouble comes up when the sun gets lower |