| Popping pills this Molly heat
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| And they’re rising on their feet
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| Take some xans to come down
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| Now I’m feeling dead
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| Popping pills this Molly heat
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| And they’re rising on their feet
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| Take some xans to come down
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| Now I’m feeling dead
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| Short change that gram
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| It girls and socialites, white powder in their hands
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| Getting twisted, they hella lifted, they asking 'bout them xans
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| Trouble making these baby faces, I’m blunted with some man
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| Asking me about poetry and I wanna leave but I can’t
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| Body high like a thousand miles up in the sky, goddamn
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| He using words I never heard, I’m looking at my friend
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| He macking deep and he tryna creep on that black girl wearing Vans
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| They blasting Nelly and Missy Elliott like high school never ends
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| Like high school never ends
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| Like high school never ends
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| Like high school never ends
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| Popping pills this Molly heat
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| And they’re rising on their feet
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| Take some xans to come down
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| Now I’m feeling dead
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| Popping pills this Molly heat
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| And they’re rising on their feet
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| Take some xans to come down
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| Now I’m feeling dead
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| Up on this roof
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| Breaking diesel, I’m feeling evil, rich kids got the best views
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| The whole city looks so pretty, I’m sorry 'bout being rude
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| Everybody got wet hair cause they just came from the pool
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| They kissing but I’m missing out, yo homie, it’s cool
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| Getting texts I don’t wanna get and I’m writing back like fuck you
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| Buzz killa, yo nothing’s realer, I’m so fucking confused
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| You say that you want love but then go fuck other dudes
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| Treating me like you don’t need me, I guess a nigga old news
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| So hazy, real slim shady, I can’t find my shoes
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| I can’t find my shoes
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| I can’t find my shoes, shit
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| Why don’t you just delete me?
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| Why don’t you just delete me?
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| Why don’t you just delete me?
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| Why don’t you just delete me?
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| You know what my, you know what my love’s about (Ey)
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| Fucking with my head, let my heart bleed out (Ey)
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| You know what my, you know what my love’s about (Ey)
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| Fucking with my head, let my heart bleed out (Ey)
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| You know what my, you know what my love’s about (Ey)
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| Fucking with my head, let my heart bleed out (Ey)
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| You know what my, you know what my love’s about (Ey)
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| Fucking with my head, let my heart bleed out (Ey) |