| I burnt my wings, it’s whatever
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| Broke through the wind, I feel weathered yeah
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| Cigarette smoke in the rain
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| The fur on your jacket still hiding your pain
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| Moving like I’m in the paint
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| The fur on your jacket still hiding your pain
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| I cannot deal with complacence
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| I am so close I can taste it
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| I do not press on the brakes yeah
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| I might just come up and take that (I'm gone)
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| So I don’t need you talking about the things that I don’t want
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| If I take my money Ima need that shit upfront
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| Some of y’all too eager, gossip, talking, too too much
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| And if I ain’t making funds, I’d still have fun I know yeah
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| I think I might live forever (I think I might)
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| Come alive in mid-December (I come alive yeah)
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| I burnt my wings, it’s whatever
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| Broke through the wind, I feel weathered yeah
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| I don’t want your love, I just want some more percs
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| You been through enough and I know that shit hurts
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| Pull up to the party and I’m serving horderves
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| Yeah I pull up to the party and I’m on my worst
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| But I know I should change my ways
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| I might parade in the rain |
| You and I we’re not the same
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| I guess I’m back on my ways, yeah
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| I think I might live forever (ouu)
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| Come alive in mid-December (ouu-ou-ou)
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| I burnt my wings, it’s whatever (I burnt my wings, now I’m better)
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| Broke through the wind, I feel weathered yeah |