| I don’t think they understand
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| I’m just tryna be the band
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| When you live it, I don’t live it
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| You do everything you can
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| I don’t think they understand
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| I’m just tryna be the band
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| When you live it, I don’t live it
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| You do everything you can
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| Don’t want no wait up, I stay up
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| With all of my friends
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| I’m like just post my address on the internet
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| I think I invited every girl in my DMs
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| I bet my neighbors gonna have to call the cops again
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| I don’t really care, they got no hair on they head
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| Always asking me why my eyes so red
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| Probably 'cause I’m high like the grateful dead
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| (When you live it, I don’t live it
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| You do everything you can)
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| Tie-dye my sky till the day I die
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| I just hid a beeper
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| Still, I think I’ll spread my wings and learn to fly
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| Yeah, it ain’t my fault but I used to stop trying
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| It’s one thing that you can’t deny
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| Ask me if I had some more, I lie a lot
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| I got a secret stash underneath my mattress
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| That shit gon' keep me up til' bad trips
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| I’m so high I can barely traffic
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| So I don’t wanna have to do the atlas
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| Don’t want no wait up, I stay up
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| With all of my friends
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| I’m like just post my address on the internet
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| I think I invited every girl in my DMs
|
| I bet my neighbors gonna have to call the cops again
|
| I don’t really care, they got no hair on they head
|
| Always asking me why my eyes so red
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| Probably 'cause I’m high like the grateful dead
|
| (When you live it, I don’t live it
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| You do everything you can)
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| I don’t think they understand
|
| I’m just tryna be the band
|
| When you live it, I don’t live it
|
| You do everything you can
|
| I don’t think they understand
|
| I’m just tryna be the band
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| When you live it, I don’t live it
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| You do everything you can
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| Tie-dye my sky til' the day I die
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| I don’t wanna play, I just wanna think
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| By how much I spend my life
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| Roll the, roll the, roll the, roll the dice
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| It’s gon' be alright
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| I know I say I got nothing to hide
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| I lie a lot
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| I got a secret stash underneath my mattress
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| That shit gon' keep me up til' bad trips
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| I’m so high I can barely traffic
|
| So I don’t wanna have to do the atlas
|
| Don’t want no wait up, I stay up
|
| With all of my friends
|
| I’m like just post my address on the internet
|
| I think I invited every girl in my DMs
|
| I bet my neighbors gonna have to call the cops again
|
| I don’t really care, they got no hair on they head
|
| Always asking me why my eyes so red
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| Probably 'cause I’m high like the grateful dead
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| (When you live it, I don’t live it
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| You do everything you can) |