| When we were coming down, they said it was too soon
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| I never had to lie, no, no, no, no
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| When we were coming down, they left us all alone
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| We’re headed nowhere, nowhere
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| I know you’ve been around, I feel you in and out
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| How are you? |
| Do you sleep? |
| Are you with me?
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| We used to be unspoken
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| Now everything is broken, I’m a good son
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| You’re a good son
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| You’re a good son, oh
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| You’re a good son
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| Oh, you’re a good son
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| Free information, free information
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| Free information, free informa— ma—
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| Arlanda, hotel to the bar
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| Young girl with an accent with her back bent
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| Ass out to the whole world
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| We can vibe out for tonight
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| Stepping outside for a light
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| No coke and I just smoke vapor, no papers
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| Slow poke and I don’t know 'bout photos
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| Let’s go though
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| How old are you?
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| Saying that you never date older dudes
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| That’s why I never wanna say no to you
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| The coldest dude to hold a groove with no kids
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| The coldest dude who can’t hold his Goose (woo!)
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| «I'ma walk out; |
| wanna walk too?»
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| What about dude?
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| «Fuck him, I just really wanna feel something»
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| It took me like, five minutes to figure out
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| What the voices those were, on the phone
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| But I figured it out…
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| Is it real 'cause you’re online?
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| Is it real 'cause you’re online?
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| Is it real 'cause you’re online?
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| Is it real ('cause you’re on) line?
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| I’m a freaky bitch
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| I am five foot eight, 390
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| And I am a freaky bitch
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| Heathen, it’s a struggle just to keep breathing
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| Existential asthmatic, puff puff pass addict
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| Craftmatic, making moves but they sleeping on me
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| We can kick it like it’s FIFA, homie, nevertheless
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| I got that fresh like it was Crest, grind 'cause I’m stressed
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| TMJ or TMI, it’s a lie that you’re living
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| I never understood the hate on a nigga preference
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| When every marriage is a same sex marriage
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| Same sex everyday, monotonous, Lost God, never pray
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| Forgotten us, lost love, never say just like our parents
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| Too much power ain’t enough power
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| Brain splattered like I’ve fallen off a watch tower
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| And anybody can walk into any Denny’s
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| And wait 'til I’m walking in it with a gun that they 3D printed and finish it
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| Kinison said if you gon' miss Heaven
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| Why do it by two inches? |
| Old money and new bitches
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| Old money and new bitches
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| Getting next level in a hotel
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| Ain’t shit that we don’t need, nigga, oh well |