| My shawty think I drink too much
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| My homies know I think too much
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| I crack a 40
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| Roll a dutch
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| Pop Ambien to sleep
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| I pour some out for all my team
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| I wear my heart out on my sleeves
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| A burden boy until I die
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| I hope it ends tonight
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| Oh
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| You do not know what the fuck that I’ve been through
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| Oh
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| Writin' these songs just to vent 'bout my issues
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| Oh
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| You can tell by all the lyrics that I fuckin' miss you
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| Fuck all these feelings
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| I’d rather not deal
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| Pull up in the whip
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| Put my head to the steel
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| Oh
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| I’m sorry if you found out
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| Oh
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| I wonder how you’re doing
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| Put the past right out my brain
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| I never will address a thing
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| Slowly decay by 21
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| My soul will lead me to my grave
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| My hair is blonde
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| My heart is black
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| These bitches never hit me back
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| My headphones on
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| As I walk alone
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| Through places
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| Used to call my home
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| I just wanna drink my life away
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| With hopes that I won’t wake today
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| I hate how people give a shit
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| Just let me rest in peace
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| My shawty think I drink too much
|
| My homies know I think too much
|
| I crack a 40
|
| Roll a dutch
|
| Pop Ambien to sleep
|
| I pour some out for all my team
|
| I wear my heart out on my sleeves
|
| A burden boy until I die
|
| I hope it ends tonight
|
| Oh
|
| You do not know what the fuck that I’ve been through
|
| Oh
|
| Writin' these songs just to vent 'bout my issues
|
| Oh
|
| You can tell by all the lyrics that I fuckin' miss you
|
| Fuck all these feelings
|
| I’d rather not deal
|
| Pull up in the whip
|
| Put my head to the steel |