| Started like anything, yeah you know the deal
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| Calls and the texting, that shit was overkill
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| But I guess that she was chill and I was a bit quick to judge
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| And god damn if I knew it but that chick could hold a grudge
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| But she was super fine, you know what I get into
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| Sorry for throwin' up the deuces but I’m 22
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| She said I need to slow, even said I gotta change speeds
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| I told her live fast die young James Dean
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| I think you know that time flies and as these hours pass
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| We sittin' here wastin' time losin' sand out a this hour glass
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| And she watch it grain by grain, I think this bitch insane
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| She sit there switchin' lanes while I’m layin' down tracks and runnin' train
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| Parked on the beat so I should prolly feed the meeter
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| I ain’t movin' from this spot won’t leave the table on a heater
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| Call you Skeeter cause you blue it and girl I know you knew it
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| You lovin' everything I do so baby come and watch me do it
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| ‘Cause everything I do you love it
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| Anytime we together we run it
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| ‘Cause baby we’ll go anywhere that we want tonight
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| Anything you want I’ll get it
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| ‘Cause baby I’m yours don’t forget it
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| ‘Cause girl you know its gonna be a ride so hang on tight
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| Yeah we takin' off fast like its Ramadan
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| Rez and I are speedin' up lets em take em to the autobahn
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| Dudes that you can’t do with out, they gon' wish they knew about
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| What we were doin', lookin' around for a new deal like a Roosevelt
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| So let me teach it 'cause I know you need this lesson
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| Shit is uplifting when I speak and I’m out here endin' your depression
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| See my styles like rotisserie I set it and forget it
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| Got a diesel flow though while the rest just go unleaded
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| Can’t handle my attention, now everything I say you fight back
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| And you’re dealin with an empire, so its only a matter a time til I strike back
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| Shit, strike that from the record or just king me I’m on these checkers
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| It’s across the board, I’m toolin' on bitches like I’m runnin' Black and Decker
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| Baby you’re playin' yourself, yeah you think your foolin' me
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| I’ve settled more domestic disputes than jewelry
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| And we had the open thing goin till I went and changed the locks
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| And now we’re kinda like my scotch, on the rocks
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| When you look at me I know just what you want
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| But I think you realize that what we had is gone
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| ‘Cause I ain’t given in even though you want that
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| It’s time for me to live again so baby I’m beyond that
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| Jealousy you get when I am not around
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| Always arguing even though you kept saying you were down
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| But you never were, it seems you’ve worn every mask and every disguise
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| And now we’re on the path for a lot less love, yeah and even more lies
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| So in my shoes that I walk in
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| See I choose for less talkin'
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| So you lose when I’m rockin'
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| Now excuse me as lock in
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| And I take aim as I crush this
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| This is my department of justice
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| Now trust this, oh the trust is gone?
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| Well fuck this
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| ‘Cause I never take my word back
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| Trainin' for the chase I been runnin' down the third track
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| Heard that everything is pure fact electricity in every rap
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| And you’re never gonna cure that
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| Sure, a little bit stranger than fiction
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| And it seems you have got the affliction
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| I am on mission, now I have risen, voice like nicotine, addiction |