| I dream in real time, but my expiration date is near
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| So I hustle, making make-shift moves
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| And smooth over this counter-top surface of a life’s purpose
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| Facades are now out of service and yet she’s still into me
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| But I treat her like humidity, stripping myself just to get away
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| But I know how the air feels on my skin
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| And I know where to find shelter if it ever rains again
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| And I’ll know when to take my coat off, 'cause the sun will shine for me
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| Throw my shorts and shades on even when weather people say it’s dead wrong
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| With smirky faces, calling me a fool
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| They ask me how I’m liking the weather and I just reply, I’m cool!
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| Ay Ay Ay Seri back nigga
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| Shit! |
| Ay that the nigga we wanna hear, nigga!
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| Shit whats up Seri?
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| Let’s get em player!
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| Huh, Yea!
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| I pull up with my brothers, in that kia, extra high
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| Let niggas know the only entourage is tripple 5
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| Some witches in my DM, I’m like don’t waste my time
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| Y’all been sleeping on a nigga like you didn’t get the lines (Oh-oh!)
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| I just heard way to many talks, met way to many snitches
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| Gave way to many fucks
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| But kudos to these niggas (Niggas!)
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| Observing all my walks
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| Watch a nigga getting cheddar
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| And blasting all your blogs (Oh-oh!) |