| I feel the 808 bass on some haziness
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| You got me stuck on some crazy shit
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| If you wanna ride, then we’ll take another hit
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| You just wanna fry, 'til we’re way too lit
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| Roll another swisher, treat it like a goddess
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| Baby, put your hair up
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| No need to be modest
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| It’s just like the old times
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| I still fucking got it
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| You still fucking flawless
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| You got me feeling cosmic
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| I’m so high
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| I’m so high
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| I’m so high
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| You’ll feel it in the morning
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| But we’re in the moment
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| That’s when I hear a ring
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| And my heart dropped down
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| Girl, it’s not a ting
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| Who the fuck is this, girl?
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| Thought it was official
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| The ecstasy, turns to tellin' me
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| That you’re through with me
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| I grab her arm, baby don’t you go
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| «Let me fucking go
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| I’m not another hoe
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| Why can’t you change?
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| I can’t believe this
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| You’re the same guy
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| Still my biggest weakness»
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| Let me explain
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| She runs out the door, tears running down her face
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| Chase her to the floor, rain pouring and I know
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| And I know
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| And I know
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| And I know
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| I feel the 808 bass on some haziness
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| You got me stuck on some crazy shit
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| If you wanna lie, then I’ll fucking lose my shit
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| You just wanna cry 'til you know you’re being missed
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| Pour my cup of liquor
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| Treat you like you’re honest
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| Girl, just hang the phone up
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| No need to be stopping
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| It’s just like the old times
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| I’m so fucking off it
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| Got me feelin' awful
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| Hit it 'til I’m droppin'
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| I’m so high
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| I’m so high
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| I’m so high
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| I’ll call you in the morning
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| But for now I’m hopeless |