| I always wanted I can’t have, tryna rise above it
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| Wish I had it better planned now, feels like I’ma plummet
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| Dragging round my dragons man down, find me the mud
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| Something 'bout the way you stand out, diamonds in the rough
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| Shinin' brighter than a spotlight, baby, sign me up
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| Maybe we can make up lost time, guess I’ll try my luck
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| Keep it moving, keep ya clock wise, you been kinda stuck
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| Up inside my mind my whole life, not just tryna fuck
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| This up
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| The world’s gone mad
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| Try to stay chill
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| And remember that I love you, ayy
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| I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna fuck this up
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| No
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| Ayo
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| While they keep it one hundred, I’ma keep it one trillion
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| Couldn’t give two fucks if we coppin' a million
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| And one hits on this shit or none this is a hit and run
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| And I’ma rock while I’m on this rock that be spinnin' round the sun
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| I remember feeling guilt free, being younger thinkin'
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| One day I’ma need to build me something outta nothin'
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| Someday in the future we’ll see what’s up in the cupboard
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| Heaven only knows what will be until then I’ma bluff it
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| Tonight I think I might chill in Cinderella’s pumpkin
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| You wanna see some wine spill? |
| Fill a fellas cup
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| She already had her eyes peeled, must of seen me coming
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| Real recognise real, not just tryna fuck
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| This up
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| The world’s gone mad
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| Try to stay chill
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| And remember that I love you, ayy
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| I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna fuck this up
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| No
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| Ayo
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| While they keep it one hundred, I’ma keep it one trillion
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| Couldn’t give two fucks if we coppin' a million
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| And one hits on this shit or none this is a hit and run
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| And I’ma rock while I’m on this rock that be spinnin' round the sun
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| Ayy, ayy, yeah
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| I’m tryna chill, girl, I don’t wanna fuck it, pardon my French, I’m like pardon
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| my cussin'
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| Go halves in a dart, let’s start a discussion, come back to my crib,
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| I don’t party in public
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| Open your heart let my glimpse at your luggage, I’m into your baggage,
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| ‘cause everyone has it
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| They pick at your bones like a circling buzzard, you workin on life’s
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| occupational hazards
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| Shout to my Dad, you’re the reason I does it, pourin' a cup for the dearly
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| departed
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| Swillin' it up, let it spill on the carpet, I’m crushin a pill, shit is keepin'
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| me dusted
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| All that I have are these moments of passion, I could go deep or just skeet on
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| your stomach
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| End of the day it’s a stain on the mattress, pleasure and pain as we peak at
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| the summit
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| Simple and plain I’m just speakin on somethin', hard to maintain while these
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| heathens are frontin'
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| I’m wiping my brain, deletin' my worries, everythin' changed, I’m believin' in
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| nothin'
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| How can I sleep when my people are sufferin'? |
| Dodging my demons,
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| this cheeba I’m puffin'
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| Nuttin' but grief when you look in my cupboards, but peace to your lovin',
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| put nothing above it
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| The world’s gone mad
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| Try to stay chill
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| And remember that I love you, ayy
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| I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna fuck this up
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| No
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| Ayo
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| While they keep it one hundred, I’ma keep it one trillion
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| Couldn’t give two fucks if we coppin' a million
|
| And one hits on this shit or none this is a hit and run
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| And I’ma rock while I’m on this rock that be spinnin' round the sun
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| Wh—While they keep it one hundred, I’ma keep it one trillion
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| Couldn’t give two fucks if we coppin' a million
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| And one hits on this shit or none this is a hit and run
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| And I’ma rock while I’m on this rock that be spinnin' round the sun |