| Bluey, why’d you do it to 'em?
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| Yeah
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| Look
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| I don’t wear Chanel shoes
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| I don’t wear Balenciaga’s
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| I don’t eat no health foods, grew up eating at McDonald’s
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| Went and got my bag up
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| Now we eating Benihana’s
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| I am not no actor, but I act up if I gotta, yeah
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| Kill for my bros, I would die for my bitch
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| Had a fork in the road, but my side never switched
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| I’ma stay down 'til I’m laid down fucking six feet
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| Tell them fuckboys that be hating they can miss me, yeah
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| Yeah, they can miss me
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| Tell them fuckboys that be hating they can miss me, yeah
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| Yeah, they can miss me
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| Tell them fuckboys that be hating «Fuck y’all»
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| I don’t care what they say no more
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| I’m here 'til they make me go
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| It’s clear that I’m capable (Woah)
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| Of doing what I have to do
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| And moving how I have to move
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| I’m cleaning up my attitude
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| 'Cause it’s not the end, even though sometimes it really feels like it
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| None of my friends even know how in the dark my life is
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| I just pretend that I’m whole and half of me is still dying
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| And none of my friends even know
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| Shit, someone hit the light switch
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| I cannot live like this
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| You cannot buy happiness, no matter what the price is
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| Laying in the California King Size bed feeling lifeless
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| Holding my Rollie as the time ticks
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| Really makes you appreciate the small things
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| It makes me wish that you could grab the phone and call me
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| I’m grieving losses from my past that still haunt me
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| 'Cause all the money in the world can’t bring you back, I’m so sorry
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| I wanna go back to believing in the stories that my parents always told me
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| Where the ending’s always alright
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| I feel better going into things knowing that you’re always gonna hold me
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| Even if we have some hard times
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Even if we have some hard times
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Lord knows we’ve had some hard times
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| Lord knows we’ve had some hard times
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| Lord knows we’ve had some hard times |