| Three bad years on a good day. |
| Six good years on a bad day
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| Should of known from the get that the bitch was
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| A bitch I mean I did what never made me part ways
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| Funny how the heart plays
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| Tricks on the mind
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| And what if we could just rewind
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| Have you holding grasping on a hope
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| You ain’t even seen the time fly by
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| You ain’t even see the vision why I try
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| Everything I hope would happen never really
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| Happened ended moving backwards ended with some backwards
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| Now I’m about my cheers cheese cheese
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| Packers moving like a trapper
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| Fit up on me dabber
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| Fucking different bitches just to break the pattern
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| Focus
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| Move the money
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| Money
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| All that matters
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| Funny how the woman make the money matter
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| All my home town hoes in a challenge
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| But they never about it tell they check your balance
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| Tell you pour that good liquor up in there chalice
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| All I see is fake bitches
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| Call them callus
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| Messing hoes and ballast
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| All them bitches valid
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| Hooker with a side
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| A guy to keep a balance
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| A guy to keep my good girls at a balance
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| Baby
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| You the baddest
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| She knows
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| Yeah
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| She knows that she goes where I go
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| She knows
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| Yeah
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| She knows that she goes where I go
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| She knows
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| Yeah
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| She knows that she goes where I go
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| She knows
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| Yeah
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| She knows
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| That its too late and I’m gone
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| Yo
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| Had to leave state for a peace of mind
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| Told everyone that rent was signed
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| Had to lie, had to dip
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| I hate the way she made me flip
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| Ya, Ya
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| But now I got some fucking distance
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| Now I’m like a linings, now I’m back to business
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| Now I spend my time and money on the visions
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| Used to waste it on the bitches
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| Now I’m on my solo golo
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| Don’t got the time or patients for the gemecks
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| Trust my intuition, Fuck my inhibitions
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| Me and you together
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| Baby just forget it
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| Ain’t no time for love love love
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| Cause you don’t even know the meaning
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| And I ain’t trying to get to know no body else
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| Nobody else can get me cheese
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| And like you where the money
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| Imma chase the money
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| Ain’t a thang better for me than the hundreds
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| Could of been us and a million bucks
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| Funny how it worked out
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| Who you trust
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| Who you supposed to trust
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| When you can’t trust the one you supposed to love
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| She knows
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| Yeah
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| She knows that she goes where I go
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| She knows
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| Yeah
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| She knows that she goes where I go
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| She knows
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| Yeah
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| She knows that she goes where I go
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| She knows
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| Yeah
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| She knows
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| That its too late and I’m gone |