| Book the first-class flight, fly me anywhere
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| Making sure it’s somewhere far away, awake me when we land
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| I never thought that I would be a millionaire
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| Never in my life
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| On the verge of suicide, I told the world it’s you or I
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| I have two sides
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| One that wants to see you all thrive and one that wants to see you die
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| Fancy cars and fancy homes
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| Wrecked and abandoned, now you’re regretting that loan
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| Money on my mind, I lost track of time
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| Tried to spend it all in one night, now I’m broke until I’ve died
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| Came home late night, yeah
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| Huggin' on my parents tight, told me that they missed me
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| Followed by another fight, wait
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| Facebook, 'Gram likes, «How you doin' on the mic?»
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| «How you doin' on the road?» |
| I ain’t tryna tour no more
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| Fuckin' all these hoes only left me with a bigger hole
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| Popping pills every night, rotten on the inside
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| Pain covered red eyes, don’t know how to get by
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| All they see is dollar signs (All they see is dollar signs)
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| Scott done got itemized, manifested suicide |