| Pull up to the function in a ride share
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| Might be middle seat when I arrive there, ayy
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| Dirt all on my kicks but it don’t matter
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| I bet she lick it off 'em if I ask her
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| Hollywood nights in the hills
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| I love her off of molly, I don’t know if that’s real, yeah
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| Flooding, I wish that I had gills
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| I just hope I got some Advil
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| 'Cause these nights get mad real
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| 'Cause these nights get mad real, yeah
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| Look, ayy
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| You try to get on to get on
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| We do not condone a Debbie Downer, ayy
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| You be hella shy into your shell
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| 'Til you playin' with your nose off the chowder
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| Burgundy nights in the hills
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| I did these shrooms, there no tellin' what’s real, yeah
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| Flooding, I wish that I had gills
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| Wishing I could make time stand still
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| When these nights get mad real
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| When these nights get mad real
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| These nights
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| Seem to get harder to remember
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| Every time we end one
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| Wake up early never knowin' where we finna end up
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| I’m tryna fuck if you still up
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| I heard about your ex, I hope you heal up
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| But that gotta do wit' me and you?
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| Shit, you just some nerd he used to fool with
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| You learned, you grew, we could talk it through I’ll listen
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| It’s actually rare, I’m so stingy wit' my attention
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| Slide through when you come and visit
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| We get too twisted you get it twisted
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| I think you’re fillin' me with all of these kisses
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| I don’t think you think
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| (I shoulda listened)
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| (We might just be, ooh)
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| (We might just be)
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| You’re hot
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| I know I’m hot but you’re, you’re fuckin'
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| You’re pretty faded, right?
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| (We might just be,)
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| It’s me now
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| It’s, I didn’t peer pressure you to do anything
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| That’s insane
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| Don’t, don’t point the finger, put that finger down
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| Don’t, don’t, the police, what?
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| You’re in front of my house |