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| I’m just more clear
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| Just more clarity, mentally
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| And I’m in a good place
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| Which for me, when I meant, like, a good place
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| Spiritually, mentally, emotionally, it just opens up the pathways for creativity
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| And then I’ve had endless perspectives a lot I want to say
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| And I, I feel like this project is, like, what, is what New York sounds like to
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| me
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| Stubs on, sipping coffee in the afternoon
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| Merchandise bringing passive revenue
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| I need a bad bitch with an attitude
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| See you getting money, can’t be mad at you, yeah
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| Shorty throw up but she still drinking
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| My homie pulled up in a black beamer
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| Sweet Cali girls but they smoke sour
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| Two ex niggas and they both rappers
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| This ain’t a comeback 'cause I never left
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| Heard your catalog, I was unimpressed
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| They stealing all my styles, they committing theft
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| I give it all away but still got so much left
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| Sushi dinners with the homies, I handle the bill
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| Two thousand for the the winner is real
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| Making more bread since I got out my deal
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| She breaking my heart, I gotta keep it real
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| These New York girls gon' ruin my whole night
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| New York girls gon' ruin my whole life
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| Tell me lies, tell me lies, falling for 'em every time, yeah
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| These New York girls gon' ruin my whole night
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| New York girls gon' ruin my whole life
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| Tell me lies, tell me lies, falling for 'em every time
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| Speeding down 5th Ave, cash on the dashboard
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| We was going too fast, that’s what we crashed for
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| Don’t know what you thinking, maybe I should ask more
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| All we do is fight, we used to laugh more
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| I coulda been Joe Manchin
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| But I’d rather chill, smoke weed in a mansion
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| money clip on the hundreds we counting
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| Smoking weed shorts in a brand new Porsche
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| Hermes lipstick when she kiss on me
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| Stella McCartney panties when you strip for me
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| Honesty to you, that’s a foreign concept
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| You take everything outta context
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| last night was lit
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| sesh for brunch, the shrimp and grits
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| Red wine on your couch and a flick
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| Couple drinks, shit escalated quick
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| These New York girls gon' ruin my whole night
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| New York girls gon' ruin my whole life
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| Tell me lies, tell me lies, falling for 'em every time, yeah
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| These New York girls gon' ruin my whole night
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| New York girls gon' ruin my whole life
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| Tell me lies, tell me lies, falling for 'em every time |