| Days in the south, I tweet about it
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| You still read about me sometimes, yeah
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| Your nose running from the blow
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| Funny thing, you didn’t even notice
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| Colorblind, summer child, yeah
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| That first night in that hatchback
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| Where we fucked slow but you came fast
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| And I, I think about that sometimes, yeah
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| Earthquake poems, heartbreak poets
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| I still reek from the potion, potion
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| Speeding tickets, we exceed the limit
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| I blame it on the young and the wicked
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| I blame it on the young and the wicked
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| You feel like I’m turning
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| Into something, into something
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| And I feel like I’m losing
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| You to nothing, you to nothing
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| Where you wanna go, you can tell me
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| I been on the low, you can help me
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| All choked up in your feelings
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| I don’t want your Coke, brought Pepsi
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| A V124
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| Is coasting through the snow
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| My neck is iced frozen
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| Not like that, you know
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| Roaming through the north side
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| Pull me like a horse ride
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| yeah
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| Now I’m on the floor
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| I don’t wanna co-ride
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| Fucking on my new
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| Wearing on my new style
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| You feel like I’m turning
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| Into something, into something
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| And I feel like I’m losing
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| You to nothing, you to nothing
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| You feel like I’m turning
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| Into something, into something
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| And I feel like I’m losing
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| You to nothing, you to nothing |