| I think I topped out at like sixteen
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| Tryina be adult really ain’t me
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| Forget to water plants til there’s brown leaves
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| I’m still on my ass and my friends stamping passports
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| I wanna live good but I feel lazy
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| I wake up and my girlfriend’s still crazy
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| I wanna use the internet for inspiration
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| But instagram lip filler killers fill the pages
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| So it’s backpack on my back again
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| Back out with a map out
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| Tryina figure where the passion went
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| I’m only home where it’s haunted
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| And if she knew I don’t think she’d want it
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| So It’s like
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| 20 fresh in december
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| Drag it back
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| See If I late
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| What we do is
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| It’s just repeating (???)
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| Sit down at the diner and I order pie
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| She drags a cigarette and asks me if there’s more to life
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| Hands around a cup of coffee make a diamond
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| Another year wondering where the time went
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| We watched it snow, watched it rain
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| Chased the fake hurt with champagne
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| That’s about as real as it gets
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| I feel like the fix is leaving
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| I’ma go bananas if I don’t split
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| Cause these days are super dark at days
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| Never think that Imma played last takes
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| So I pay my tab one more sip then I’m gone
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| And if I don’t make it back play this song
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| No it’s like… |