| Compensatin' for your feelings
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| And you know the feelin'
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| This is what you thought would heal it
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| But it makes you feel it
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| Tryin' things you thought would cheer it
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| But you grow to fear it
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| Times, they come and go like spirits (You good T-Minus?)
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| I see these signs the clearest
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| And you-and you-and you know why (Yuh)
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| You’ve been fuckin' with me since I was a small fry (True)
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| And your ex-man (Yuh), that's my lil' guy (Yuh)
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| I know some niggas that’ll kick em to the coast lines (True)
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| I’m a West Side nigga, we don’t show signs (No)
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| You got some fake friends, they just toe lines (Yeah)
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| Text, I reply, baby, 'til my phone die (Yeah)
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| You know he lied if a nigga said he don’t lie (Ayy)
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| I fucked up once again (Yeah)
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| And you know that I’m never too proud to beg (No)
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| It’s hard to admit that I’ve made my bed (Yeah)
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| And you know I'ma always wish you the best (True)
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| Look, bitch, roll inside the Benz (Yeah)
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| I fucked up once and I gotcha bent (Uh-huh)
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| It’s hard to admit that I’ve made my bed (Uh-huh)
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| But you know I'ma always wish you the best (Limbo)
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| Compensatin' for your feelings
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| And you know the feelin'
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| This is what you thought would heal it
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| But it makes you feel it
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| Tryin' things you thought would cheer it
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| But you grow to fear it
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| Times, they come and go like spirits
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| I see these signs the clearest
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| Bad baby, from the back, baby (Let's go)
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| I hurt her heart for spirits and it crash, baby (Skrrt)
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| I toast it up and pour it out the glass, baby (Pour)
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| I tripled up, I doubled up, I ranned it up, that fucked it up
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| The black and orange Aventador like Daffy Duck (Skrrt)
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| I swerve Mercedes Benz ‘cause my credentials up (Yeah)
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| I told her, "I got my millions up, these racks, baby" (Racks)
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| This song is hard as goosebumps, rash, baby (Racks)
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| I’m scorin' by the three, Steve Nash, baby (Yeah)
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| A couple million fee, all cash, baby (Yeah)
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| I eat a lil' cheese and racks, baby (Ayy)
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| I eat a lil' cheese like a snack, baby (Yeah)
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| The orange and black seats, Daffy Duck (Ayy, ayy)
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| Five-leaf clover, better luck (Geeked up)
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| Don’t you ask, "Do I know you?" |
| never, yuh (Mmm)
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| I’ve been flyer than a pelican, yuh (Let's go)
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| Compensatin' for your feelings
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| And you know the feelin'
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| This is what you thought would heal it
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| But it makes you feel it
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| Tryin' things you thought would cheer it
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| But you grow to fear it
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| Times, they come and go like spirits
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| I see these signs the clearest
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| You've been giving niggas surgical head (You've been)
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| I ain’t eating out a young nigga flesh (You've been)
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| You might win the key to my chest (You've been)
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| You might win, give young nigga head (You've been)
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| You might win the key to my chest
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| You might win the key to my chest
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| You might win the key to my chest
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| You might win the key to my chest (Ayy)
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| I fucked up once again
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| And you know that I’m never too proud to beg
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| It’s hard to admit that I’ve made my bed
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| And you know I'ma always wish you the best
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| Look, bitch, roll inside the Benz
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| I fucked up once and I gotcha bent
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| It’s hard to admit that I’ve made my bed
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| But you know I'ma always wish you the best (Yeah) |