| You walk like you know there’s glass on your feet
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| Good god
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| Watch you bleed
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| Leave prints in the snow
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| Oh god
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| Watch you freeze in time
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| I’mma breathe
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| Better mind, better sleep
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| She said-she said-she said
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| «One day they gon' know about ya»
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| She said «One day they gon' know about ya»
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| She said «One day they gon' know about ya»
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| She said «One day they gon' know about ya»
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| My mama knows me so fucking well I bet she called this shit
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| I think she left all for the altercations
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| Off down there speeding with officers
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| The cost of all the constant talks that cause me to be cautious,
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| calm and confident
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| I never bite before I bark
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| Your smart remarks’ll have me leavin' carcasses
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| Talk to God
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| He don’t wanna have no part in this
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| And part of me is still quite offended
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| How you gonna make me so damn good
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| And still leave my mind hanging off the hinges?
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| I sometimes feel like I’m quite relentless or quite pretentious (you wouldn’t
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| get it)
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| I shouldn’t say it
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| My feelings hurting
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| I hate myself and I ain’t scratch the surface
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| Still masked when I go outside
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna see no one I know outside
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| And I ain’t really something you show outside
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| Unless it’s shows or speakers
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| My purpose means that I ain’t good for shit but hooks or 16's
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| Hooked on CCCs just to go to sleep
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| And when I know it’s deep
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| I open my phone and read messages that my mom wrote to me like
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| You walk like you know there’s glass on your feet
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| Good god
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| Watch you bleed
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| Leave prints in the snow
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| Oh god
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| Watch you freeze in time
|
| I’mma breathe
|
| Better mind, better sleep
|
| She said-she said-she said
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| «One day they gon' know about ya»
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| She said «One day they gon' know about ya»
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| She said «One day they gon' know about ya»
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| She said «One day they gon' know about ya»
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| This for all my self-deprecating
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| Self medicated thugs
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| White tee in the club
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| And it’s also for my laid back, wavy curled, independent baby girl
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| Trynna keep her head above the bullshit that they say to bring you down
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| You in the crowd, you talking shit
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| We in the green room, talking business
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| You don’t pay rent or attention
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| I don’t got no fucking, uh-
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| I don’t got no fucking motive
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| I don’t got no fucking mission
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| I just came in 'cause I’m different
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| Got the syrup dripping, uh
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| Who gon' clean the floor?
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| Swear this ain’t just simple
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| See you might’ve heard the scene before
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| Take a picture, uh
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| Trippin', uh
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| What you screamin' for?
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| Media don’t follow me
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| Matter fact, my mom the only one who really calling me like
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| You walk like you know there’s glass on your feet
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| Good god
|
| Watch you bleed
|
| Leave prints in the snow
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| Oh god
|
| Watch you freeze in time
|
| I’mma breathe
|
| Better mind, better sleep
|
| She said-she said-she said
|
| «One day they gon' know about ya»
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| She said «One day they gon' know about ya»
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| She said «One day they gon' know about ya»
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| She said «One day they gon' know about ya»
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| One day they gon know about ya
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| One day they gon know about ya
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| One day they gon know about ya
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| About ya |