| I can’t see no end, I swear I need me a Benz
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| I don’t know how to drive, I ain’t ever drove in my life
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| Only ever rode me a bike
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| Look, you could call me crazy
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| My grandmother’s name was Mercedes, maiden name Garcia
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| My other grandma’s was Brady
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| First name Clio, same as my moms
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| She was born same day as my aunt
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| That’s on Patty, she got the same name as me, ain’t that hard?
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| Commemorate the ladies that made me
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| Why I need that peace sign on my car
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| Maybe I’m going too far
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| I got a chain on my neck that I never take off, even when night falls
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| Man I’m just high
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| Sitting out Riverside Park, feel like a fly on the wall
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| I observe shit, my mind goes off
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| Almost like my eyes get crossed
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| It’s hard to follow my thoughts
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| Keep track of all of them at once
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| When I’m all alone sometimes my mind got a mind of its own
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| And I know I’m grown but sometimes it’s hard to find my way home
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| They say it’s what you make it but sometimes it’s hard to find a place you know
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| I still ain’t made enough for my ass just to stay indoors
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| Dreaming of, dreaming of you
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| Thinking of you
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| Dreaming of, dreaming of you
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| Thinking of you
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| I’m thanking God for your life
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| Holding me down all the time
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| Last year, this year, which year was the best year?
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| I don’t give a fuck until next year
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| I might hit the bench, take a rest year
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| I’ma let you know when the sweat clear
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| But can’t get there til I get here
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| Can’t calm down til I come up
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| Oh you on now what
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| Looking at me like a dumb fuck
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| Rap for a living must be fun, huh?
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| More like when I was 21 was
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| I never knew what the fuss was
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| No I ain’t ever knew what the rush was
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| We got all day man the sun’s up
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| Spent too much time getting fucked up
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| Man I’m gone with the
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| Wet like the river
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| I’m letting the liquor flow
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| I’ma give what I get, even if what I get ain’t reciprocal
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| Don’t mean to go back to the ritual
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| When I’m all alone sometimes my mind got a mind of its own
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| And I know I’m grown but sometimes it’s hard to find my way home
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| They say it’s what you make it but sometimes it’s hard to find a place you know
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| I still ain’t made enough for my ass just to stay indoors
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| Dreaming of, dreaming of you
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| Thinking of you
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| Dreaming of, dreaming of you
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| Thinking of you
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| I’m thanking God for your life
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| Holding me down all the time
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| Gotta shout out everything she put me on to
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| Born to be rich, put a
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| First time I played a gig she showed me Saturday Night Fever as a little ass kid
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| I started to move my hips, shit don’t get as true as this
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| Shit you could move to this, catch a groove to this
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| Maybe think of who I miss
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| I ain’t finished going through my list
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| Rest in peace to La Dona, that’s my mom’s best friend
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| Never seen a smile so big in my life, nah nah never since then
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| She knew I was gonna do something
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| She called it when I was like 10, listened to what I said
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| Commemorate the ladies that made us men, still tryna make amends
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| Tryna find my peace, keep my mind at ease
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| I’ma beg and plead, when will the cycle cease?
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| I need weed to smoke so I can eat
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| Just so I can drink, what’s wrong with me?
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| What I need, brew to think honestly
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| Next day I’m puking up, obviously
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| 'Cause I ain’t ate enough and drank too much
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| Start again, now I need weed to puff
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| You see I’m stuck, am I changing enough?
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| I don’t wanna be the neighborhood drunk
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| Dreaming of, dreaming of you
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| Thinking of you
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| Dreaming of, dreaming of you
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| Thinking of you
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| I’m thanking God for your life
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| Holding me down all the time |