| Climb on top, feels like we’re on drugs
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| You say it’s that dope, I just call it loving
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| Then I climb on top, fuck you like you need
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| Me on top is cool but I really want you on top of me
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| We fuck and we fight but not in that order
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| I love you tonight, I hate you by morning
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| These drugs on the table got me talking too much
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| You getting offended, not giving two fucks
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| Dirty hotel, you call it ‘The Trap'
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| I’m not gonna front, I’m still coming back
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| Short tempers, long distance, so we fuck through the phone like it’s prison (so
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| we fuck through the phone like it’s prison)
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| Climb on top, feels like we’re on drugs
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| You say it’s that dope, I just call it loving
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| Then I climb on top, fuck you like you need
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| Me on top is cool but I really want you on top of me
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| We living in hell, I was showing you heaven
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| You are far from an angel and close to a blessing
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| You went up to Michigan sucking some dick again
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| Swimmin' in bottles and blunts and lies
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| Your life jacket was my sympathy, my naivety
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| And now you dying drowning, you try to bring me down, too
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| You were barely floating when I found you
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| Paddle quick, paddle quick, paddle quick
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| I be grabbing billions you be grabbing dicks
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| What’s up, you were lying, your looks like a hoe
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| And you ain’t gonna ever, ever, ever again
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| Climb on top, feels like we’re on drugs
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| You say it’s that dope, I just call it loving
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| Then I climb on top, fuck you like you need
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| Me on top is cool but I really want you on top of me
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| And you might be thinking that you might have got me
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| Oh, but don’t you ever, for a second, think I didn’t see
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| I just knew that you couldn’t hurt me
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| Maybe I was a little too color blind, fuck it |