| I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to go
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| Down this road I chose, but it’s the road I chose
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| I gotta go in alone, do what’s good for your paper
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| Hard to do good for your soul
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| Hard to do good for your soul
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| I got a lot on my head, lately a lot in my nose
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| Shorty ain’t come to my show
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| I should’ve known, I was a fool
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| Fuckin' witchu, fuck with me, I never lose
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| Tryna make moves, but I just can’t stop thinking about a get away
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| Ain’t talking heaven gates, don’t believe anyway
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| No, I don’t hate you, that’s just what the Henny say
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| Been moving this shit since the eleventh grade
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| That’s why I move it the best today
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| I’m tryna stack it up, stack it up, get it and dip
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| Pull up in the Uber no Lyft
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| She say my presence a gift, I might steal a kiss
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| Everytime I brought her back to my crib
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| Give her that dick while she split
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| I do not think that I know how to live
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| I’m so god damn sick and tired of this shit
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| Catch me twisting up an L, cigarette up in my lips
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| Spark the backwoods with a Bic
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| Spark the ignition, I’m tryna drive
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| I don’t got no license, and I’m kinda high
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| But fuck it let’s ride, she let me inside
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| Now she grinding on my gears though
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| I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to go
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| Down this road I chose, but it’s the road I chose
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| I gotta go in alone, do what’s good for your paper
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| Hard to do good for your soul
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| Hard to do good for your soul
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| I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to go
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| Down this road I chose, but it’s the road I chose
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| I gotta go in alone, hard to do what’s good for your paper
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| Hard to do good for your soul
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| Hard to do good for your soul
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| Ooh, walk with a stick
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| Because I cannot trust a soul (yeah)
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| Love no thot, bitches they come and they go
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| Pause, I need me a second
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| I think that I need me like four
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| I fuck that bitch, woah, you get ignored
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| I just want a big house and a bad bitch
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| She keep-keep on keepin' me from goin' crazy
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| It’s lately it’s like, «Am I dumb or something?»
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| Try hit my lick, I won’t run from nothin'
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| That lil ho, she tryna' fuck or somethin'
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| Suck my dick I can’t feel it, it’s numb or somethin'
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| Told her don’t miss an inch with her tongue or nothin'
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| Met lil shorty twerkin' at the club or somethin'
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| Said come back to the trap, I got Xans I got Molly
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| I might have to hit with my plug or somethin'
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| Ain’t no way around it, she gon' fuck and suck it
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| If that goofy said that he a plug, he frontin'
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| Pourin' out lean in the Benz
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| I mix the green with the purple and red, tech
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| I used to think I could love
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| Everyone said they wasn’t gon' leave but they left
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| I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to go
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| Down this road I chose, but it’s the road I chose
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| I gotta' go in alone, do what’s good for your paper
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| I don’t do good for your soul
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| I don’t do good for your soul
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| I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to go
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| Down this road I chose, but it’s the road I chose
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| I gotta' go in alone, do what’s good for your paper
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| I don’t good for your soul
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| I don’t for your soul
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| I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to go
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| Down this road I chose, but it’s the road I chose
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| I gotta' go in alone, do what’s good for your paper
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| I don’t do good for your soul
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| I don’t do good for your soul
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| I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to go
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| Down this road I chose, but it’s the road I chose
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| I gotta' go in alone, do what’s good for your paper
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| I don’t good for your soul
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| I don’t for your soul
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| I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to go
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| Down this road I chose, but it’s the road I chose
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| I gotta' go in alone, do what’s good for your paper
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| I don’t do good for your soul
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| I don’t do good for your soul |