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How your mind still click on night sifts |
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Still versal time, with my living right shit |
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Bright shit whispers allowed out of high pinch |
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Regardless , my only man be caught beside this |
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Drive shit over hibe shit, I do it like this |
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Conscience do it nine to'you obronics |
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I talk shit, do the walking, the fly it's gone |
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Marsha beat sqeeze, bless all man |
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No simple fit between the lines living |
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Are the lines the works on my wicked mind |
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Truth to be told fat like a cook get sold |
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When no desire at all over the friends zone |
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Lord thank you and considering my mind |
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After time I was thinking 'bout calling and quit for real |
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Passion over pay shows we lays flow |
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You lay low of the chain like J gone |
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Ain't no fooling us late night on summer time |
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And hey |
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See me and I'm probably go fly |
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Find someone how dare |
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I'm going where you are, I am long, long listen you |
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And sure they lay in my life |
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I'm going where you are and I'mma listen you |
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Piece on to the one stuck around |
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I never wanted to stay stuck on the ground |
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Lord dumn me down to a half fast sound |
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Just to talk the church I thank God I bet |
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Know the bay on the subject, bust the options |
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Make your story a progress, I really don't care about the lows you are forcing |
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Riding off this bitch and load it up with courage wanted |
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Stretch out even thou I took the best round |
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Coriars round picking up what I left out |
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Ostrich down, ready here it comes the best |
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Around town lil thugs, I'mma hush down |
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Part of my ex are away and distracting |
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But a wagness, nigga is put on wagflix |
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Shut out to wrenches, we'll be holding in back sense |
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And let the great Illuminati fakes that bangs |
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Ain't no falling us late nigh summer time haize |
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See me in the 'and no one to beg |
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I'm going where you are and no one will listen |
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The story last all my life |
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I'm going where you are, I am long on listening |