| Life gives us second chances everyday, it’s called tomorrow
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| And every time we say goodbye it feels like something’s borrowed
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| I lay my head to sleep at night and try to mute the sorrow
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| And every time I do I can’t not feel like something’s borrowed
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| Something borrowed
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| Fuck if I know
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| Something borrowed
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| Fuck if I know
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| Yeah, something borrowed, fuck if I know
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| Catch me outside on the roof low key
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| You don’t know the dedication
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| I be putting in all night, homie
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| Yeah, you a fucking hater, I be getting paper
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| Shopping with a tailer, serving like waiter
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| Shoutout to my neighbors, addicted to the cake, uh
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| I do this every day, brah, I do this every, love
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| Pop a k-pin, blacked out waiting
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| For the day you take what’s taken
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| Sucked my dick and then I ate bacon
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| God was busy so I got Satan, no
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| Guess I gotta do this shit solo
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| Yeah I pull up on them hoes like, oh
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| If you really with it bitch, let’s go-oh-oh
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| Yeah trust is the hardest thing to find
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| And the easiest thing to lose
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| But if you got someone who’s really down
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| They would never do that to you
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| Life gives us second chances everyday, it’s called tomorrow
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| And every time we say goodbye it feels like something’s borrowed
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| I lay my head to sleep at night and try to mute the sorrow
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| And every time I do I can’t not feel like something’s borrowed
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| Something borrowed
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| Fuck if I know
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| Something borrowed
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| Fuck if I know
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| Don’t talk, just act, don’t say, just do
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| If you want it you can get it but you gotta make the move
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| Everybody where I’m from say they out here making moves
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| I see them 1 year later and they haven’t fucking moved
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| Shame on you, you wack-ass bitch
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| Stop running your mouths 'cause you ain’t doing shit
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| Hards work, dedication, solitude, and focus
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| Attending EDM shows every weekend ain’t it
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| Yeah I’m stacking up the paper, yeah I’m staying low key
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| I’m addicted to the drugs 'cause the drugs love me
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| Got tatted for my brother, rest in peace homie
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| I know I’ll see you soon 'cause you visit in my dreams
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| Aubrey Plaza, do you wanna holler?
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| Beat the pussy up then I’ll give your ass a dollar
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| Why bother? |
| You fucking with a scholar
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| Give me a call, pretty please, Aubrey Plaza
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| You lied to me to protect your feelings
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| I hate you, bitch, and I hope you bleed
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| Life gives us second chances everyday, it’s called tomorrow
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| And every time we say goodbye it feels like something’s borrowed
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| I lay my head to sleep at night and try to mute the sorrow
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| And every time I do I can’t not feel like something’s borrowed
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| Something borrowed
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| Fuck if I know
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| Something borrowed
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| Fuck if I know |