| My expectation has my mouth run dry
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| I see a bitch run but I doubt she know why
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| I doubt she know fire
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| But I could introduce
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| All it takes is matches and just a little juice
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| All your flow patches your brains fucked up
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| Ya looked like you been baked too much
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| You could bake too much
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| I think too much
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| It’s why I take it off and be the dog when we fuck
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| Bitch watch me take a shower, put powder on your butt
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| That lines for me do not touch
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| You could wear them heels but just don’t touch the clothes
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| Another fifteen minutes put more powder up your nose
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| It’s all blurred out aye bitch I can’t see ya
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| Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya
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| It’s all blurred out aye bitch I can’t see ya
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| Turning things around, baby I should leave ya
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| Ok, maybe I should go
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| But where’s there to go
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| I walk for half an hour
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| Bitch I don’t know
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| I go anywhere, I’m not going home
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| And the headlights in the night look bright
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| I’m done I’m bored I’m sick of this night
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| Heather get the knife
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| I can’t feel it, no
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| I can’t feel shit
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| And when the sun rises we be watching
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| Top of the mountain, John boy smoking
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| Long way from the ground sure ain’t bad
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| Gimme a hit of that, lemme hit the crack
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| It’s all blurred out aye bitch I can’t see ya
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| Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya
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| It’s all blurred out aye bitch I can’t see ya
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| Turning things around, baby I should leave ya
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| Really nice son, fuck you talking about
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| I’m trying to numb the pain til my brain falls out
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| I’m a city nigga I was born in the streets
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| And I grew up and I knew I could perform in the streets
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| Now in the wood, still can’t sleep
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| Me and my dog lay and wait for weeks
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| My eyes don’t close, he don’t bark, I don’t speak
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| Try to disappear so the nigga don’t ease
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| It’s all blurred out aye bitch I can’t see ya
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| Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya
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| It’s all blurred out aye bitch I can’t see ya
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| Turning things around, baby I should leave ya
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| Aye, yeah hey John boy, I know you feel what I’m slaying out there
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| I know you see motherfuckers and be like
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| What you suicidal about? |
| I bring it
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| It’s like people say we all gonna die
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| But me is different I’m not trying to be alive
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| I’s try to get high
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| Baby that’s just my desire
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| Now I’m pulling a sheet over my face before I die
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| It’s all blurred out aye bitch I can’t see ya
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| Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya
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| It’s all blurred out aye bitch I can’t see ya
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| Turning things around, baby I should leave ya |