| And I know you talk about me but I won’t speak about you
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| And I might open up my eyes so I can see about you
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| And I if I open up my mind, I still won’t think about you
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| Oh, what a wonderful time to be alive
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| What a time, what a time, what a time
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| What a time, what a time, what a time
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| I was thinking about them days, beautiful times
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| I got niggas down the road doin' hard time
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| Now all they ever think about is them hard times
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| It’s been a minute, he forgot like he got Alzheimer’s
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| Yeah, I ain’t forgot you got caught up with a Glock and a 9
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| And they’ll probably turn folks to droppin' the dime
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| Told the folks we got the birds in the boat and they flyin'
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| Boys shot him in his throat, blood on the floor, it’s lyin'
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| They told the fool he doin' hard crimes
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| If the starship start them stars align
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| Snuck up on him with the Carbine
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| I leave that boy blue like carbon
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| How you want beef and your ribs so starvin'?
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| He ain’t never throw 'em in the room like Marvin
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| Wet that boy up, put his body in the ocean
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| And I know you talk about me but I won’t speak about you
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| And I might open up my eyes so I can see about you
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| And I if I open up my mind, I still won’t think about you
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| Oh, what a wonderful time to be alive
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| What a time, what a time, what a time
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| What a time, what a time, what a time
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| If I put your lips up on your forehead, you still wouldn’t speak your mind
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| I took some cups and filled 'em with Moët, you like drinking wine
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| Told my new ho to take all my clothes to the cleaner 'cause I don’t use irons
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| She gonna get on her knees with Yung Shyne like he is her shrine
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| She had to get in the motion
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| She on my skin like lotion
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| She said, «Your dick, I be worshipping» (Nope)
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| Baby, come here and get closer
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| You know love scars are permanent (Yeah)
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| I can’t be the one for your closure
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| You know that these bullets like boulders
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| And, lil' nigga, you know that it’s over
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| Sayin' over like it’s red rover
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| I don’t wanna control it, remote her
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| I pull up to your trap with the cake in it
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| Don’t you play, I pull in with the stick in it
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| Pop a nigga, you better move quick with it
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| Pop a nigga like a zit, man
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| My niggas all loving hit licks, man
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| Y’all niggas, they suckers, they licks, man
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| They bitches all love it, we tripping, we fucking
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| You know this ain’t love and you still pissed off
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| Your bitches pay me and you livin' with 'em
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| I don’t even know how you feelin', nigga
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| All I know is I be peelin' niggas
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| I am not one to be sentimental
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| But with your bitch, I ain’t missin' mental
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| And I know you talk about me but I won’t speak about you
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| And I might open up my eyes so I can see about you
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| And I if I open up my mind, I still won’t think about you
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| Oh, what a wonderful time to be alive
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| What a time, what a time, what a time
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| What a time, what a time, what a time
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| I was thinking about them days, beautiful times
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| I got niggas down the road doin' hard time
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| And all they ever think about is them hard times
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| All they ever think about is them hard times |