| Shout out Die Young
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| I fell in love it’s a tragedy
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| Baby don’t you feel bad for me
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| I got money to make overseas Imma make it
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| 180 degrees on a bitch then I’m wasted
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| I tell her I love and I’ll stay but I won’t
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| She play with my heart like a harp but the strings all broke
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| Bury my feelings 'till they’re covered in gold
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| She ask don’t you like bein' sober, like girl you know I don’t
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| It’s a tragedy
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| Don’t you feel bad for me
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| It’s a tragedy
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| Don’t you feel bad for me
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| White smoke, black nail polish
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| Fucked up all year, couple cheques on it
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| Nah girl I ain’t been to colleg
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| I’m a dosser, a waster and I still flex on it
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| Want m to work, let me see the profit
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| I’m only speakin' in money, that’s why the money talkin'
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| Gang shit, Die Young on my coffin
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| Club 21 I’m sure they’re takin bets on it
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| It’s a tragedy
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| Baby don’t you feel bad for me
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| I got money to make overseas Imma make it
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| 180 degrees on a bitch then I’m wasted
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| I tell her I love and I’ll stay but I won’t
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| She play with my heart like a harp but the strings all broke
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| Bury my feelings 'till they’re covered in gold
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| She ask don’t you like bein' sober, like girl you know I don’t |