| I don’t know if I’m okay
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| I don’t see the light of day
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| Looking up to higher ground, thinking that’ll be your sweet escape
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| These days gotta schedule the romance, they say that love is a slow dance
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| A short bike ride to the crib using no hands
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| Oh shit, it feels like I’m floatin'
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| But I’m falling with both eyes closed when I let the world spin
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| Testing the waters she got my nerves tense
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| Back when I ain’t even have a purpose
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| I was so eager to learn some things
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| Anxiety brings out th worst of me
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| Society paints me as nemy
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| My niggas makin' it pop, that remedy
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| I’m more occasional, don’t do it regularly
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| Bags under my eyes waiting out heavenly
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| Momma been worried the devil allegedly
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| Deep in the plan subconsciously
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| Wanted it since I was ten, I thought I was sharp on my scroll and my pen
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| 'til momma found
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| She told me that’s not who I am
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| But nowadays I put on for the fam, see you when I can
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| I’m surrounded by my feelings I’m stuck on a Ferris wheel
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| I better parachute, 140 acres she wants the horse and the carriage
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| A purse and a Porsche in the garage
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| I talk to the mirror, I know that life’s not the fairest
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| I lost my I can’t pay off the bills with the blessings
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| I’m sure I relate to reddit page
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| It’s feeling like money is everything
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| Money is everything
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| It’s everything I need
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| 'til I lay my eyes on you
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| I don’t know what this is, yeah
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| But it feels like it’s real, baby
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| I don’t wanna pretend, no
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| I just wanna come clear, I wanna see you again
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| I wanna see you again
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| I wanna see you again
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| Yeah
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| Young nigga used to think this is everything I need, right
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| Not so fond of change, I’m too caught up in my way of thinking
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| I get by on me, no
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| I don’t need nobody, yes
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| I was so naive somehow I’m still all in on me yeah yeah
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| Way too many times I let the ball drop
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| Now I’m Steph Curry with the wrist flick
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| So they cold shoulders never defrost
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| No deal but I pre-floss
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| With the money tree in the depot
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| So I’m with the rundown
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| Bitch I’m all in the field with the cleats off
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| Everything that I wanted to reach I had the tunnel vision couldn’t see far
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| Negative vibes that I feed off got me up and then down like a c-saw
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| All these decoys, hit the destroy usually keep it poised
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| But it’s ultra violent with the power moves when I deploy
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| For the real ones I wanna feel something
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| Looking for a sign that I might be worth your time, yeah
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| When I look into your eyes it makes me feel alive
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| I don’t know what this is, yeah
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| But it feels like it’s real, baby
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| I don’t wanna pretend, no
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| I just wanna come clear, I wanna see you again
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| I wanna see you again
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| I wanna see you again |