| Clear skies, white walls
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| Sunset in my rearview as the night falls
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| Listenin' to old Kanye feelin' like new Kanye (Hey-hey-hey)
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| My life in harmony like two Wanyás (Okay)
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| I shouldn't have to tell you that I been here
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| This is not a gimmick, please don't push me to my limit
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| I be gettin' tired of bein' friendly (Tired of bein' friendly)
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| I go hard until my tank is empty ('Til my tank is empty)
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| I'm not really into competition, no
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| Hatin' me won't ever get you mentioned, oh
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| I stay in my lane, oh, I stay in my lane
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| I be drivin' new terrain but my view never change
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| Lil' mama fly as a plane, she got that G5, yeah
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| Thoughts of me droppin' the top, don't make me hand her the whip
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| All we been smokin' is guilt, she 'bout to roll up again
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| But we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
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| Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
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| Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
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| Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
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| Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more (Yo, yo, aw man, shit)
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| She keep on askin' me, "Why that blunt still ain't went out?" |
| Uh
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| You lose your patience, say, "Fuck it, just put that shit out"
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| And lately we both ain't been out, been hidin' up in our consciousness
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| Try to tell me, "Be moderate," shit, we boostin' our tolerance, uh
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| Let's smoke the papers, that red-eye fade 'til we know the pages, uh
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| Let's know the matrix that hide the truth, we not in it, face it
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| Runnin' through your days with no steady pace and fool, you racin'
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| To your own demise, we ain't finna make it, I keep on sayin', uh
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| I call, you call, both calls get missed, yeah, uh
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| Won't call you back, I text you pics, yeah, uh
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| I keep the roach, I smoke the tips
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| I hurt my thumb, I burn my lips and shit
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| I need to smoke to be straight, I gotta get me some bands
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| I cop the eighth like every day, borrow that shit from my mans
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| 'Til I forgot to go pay, he told me, "Never again"
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| Now I ain't even gettin' high no more
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| Lil' mama fly as a plane, she got that G5, yeah
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| Thoughts of me droppin' the top, don't make me hand her the whip
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| All we been smokin' is guilt, she 'bout to roll up again
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| But we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
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| Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
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| Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
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| Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh
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| Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more |