| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Seven past seven, my brains fucking split
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| Rolling that dough but we smoking a brick
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| Maui Waui got me faded as shit
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| Purple Urkel got me geekin' like-
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| Gas in my pocket that I got for the low
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| Blowin' a cloud that’s as thick as your hoe
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| Swimmin' in paper, I’m countin' my dough
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| Fuckin' your bitch and you already know
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| I stay grindin' for my team, ayy
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| You be lookin' right at me, ayy
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| Sippin' on coke and J.D., ayy
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| Uzi, I’m losin' my speech, ayy
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| Spark a blunt and let it gas out
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| Get so gone and prolly pass out
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| I don’t know if I can last now
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| I’m just too lost in my past now
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| I was a kid, packing the purple and takin' a rip
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| Watch me unfold with the smoke from my lip
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| Baby, you already know how I live
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| Gettin' so high that I’m glowin' like gold
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| Drippin' in Gucci, my head to my toe
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| She say she love me but she take it slow
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| I never know, like the taste in the back of my throat
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| I’ve been tryna figure out
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| All that’s inside of my head and what I’m all about
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| Cause honestly I have got my own doubts
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| Water the garden and get the fuck out
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| I don’t wanna feel like this, no
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| Mournin' I’ll never be missed, so
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| Take the blade against my wrist, clench
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| My heart inside of your fist and-
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| Go (and go)
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| Leave me all alone (Leave me all alone)
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| Yeah, I’m sittin' on my phone (Yeah, I’m sittin' on my phone)
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| Waitin' for you to come home, you to come home
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| Go (go)
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| Leave me all alone (Leave me all alone)
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| Yeah, I’m sittin' on my phone (Yeah, I’m sittin' on my phone)
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| Waitin' for you to come home, you to come home (Waitin' for you to come home) |