| In a weird place lately
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| Left feeling kinda lazy
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| Ooo, few people acting flakey
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| Mouth’s running on the daily
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| And they say that this weed won’t help but
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| It helps to relieve myself and
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| It helps keep my mind right
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| Ooo, true say, I spent my time nice
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| Ay, bombay with a lime slice
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| Cliche with your bait lines
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| I hope we be staying tight so
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| Now you have let me go
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| I no longer need to know
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| You’ve been asking where I’ve been
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| Hoping I would fall back into this again
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| Seems you’re unaware, my friend
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| It’s time for letting go but those nights we got in close
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| Good to know ya
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| It was good to know ya
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| Good to know ya
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| It was good to know ya
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| In a weird place lately
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| Been feeling kinda hasty
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| Mmm, few people movin' shady
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| Move more air than a AC
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| But they staying mind open
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| I always knew time would tell
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| Late night watching sci-fi
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| Mmm, new wavey, I’m 'bout mine
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| Last tray with the road tight
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| Role play in the low lights
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| And I hope we can stay alright, no
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| I thought we’d remain good gold
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| But nothing’s set in stone
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| You’ve been asking where I’ve been
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| Hoping I would fall back into this again
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| Seems you’re unaware, my friend
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| It’s time for letting go but those nights we got in close
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| Good to know ya
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| It was good to know ya
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| Good to know ya
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| It was good to know ya
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| Man, I can’t lie, I’ve been thinkin' 'bout the times that we had
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| All the nights that we had, all them times you was mad
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| I know that I fucked up and I’m tryna make it right
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| Can I make it right? |
| Baby, can I make it right?
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| Don’t you know that you my fuckin' ride or die?
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| I ain’t gonna lie, I want you by my side
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| When you’re feeling low, hit me up
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| We can take flights when them buds
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| Hey, flippers on deck, flippers on deck
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| When you’re feeling low, hit me up
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| I hit your line like yo, where you been?
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| For a sec you been on your own ting
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| Back then you picked up in a instant
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| Now you don’t have time, now I’m distant
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| Distant, B, used to be his and hers, nice history
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| Always cried for consistency
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| When I’m not around she still missing me
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| Them nights you were staying up late
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| Sitting with a frown on your face
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| I’ll still hit you up in the morning
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| 'Cause I’m late as I’m heading to the cake
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| Lighting up, you’re buzzing, then I reminisce
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| And you can tell it’s love from the smell of it
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| Good to know ya
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| It was good to know ya
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| Good to know ya
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| It was good to know ya |