| Under a wave that I caught yesterday
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| There was lots to be grateful for, I’m sure you would say
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| Anemones that were golden, powder white like the snow
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| I forget how to focus, feel the rush, lose control
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| Was it divine intervention? |
| You was pulled to the side
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| Still forgetting to mention half the noose we had tied
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| That divine intervention could’ve taken your life
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| Was it Britney beside you saying drugs you should try?
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| Yeah, Waluigi cruise, Malibu tattoos
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| Found the time to write, then I heard the news
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| Went to see Gido, wanted to see you
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| But you staying home, Waluigi mood
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| Try the 2C-B, yeah my name CB
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| Wanted to see you, where’d I fit the 3
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| Things I might have said, things you might have heard
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| Too much 2C-B, re-up
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| Now we inside and we can’t leave
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| They could never match my energy
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| Pick up the phone, I get just what I need
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| Faithful, white girl on the table
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| 3 lie, swear I’ll be faithful
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| Yeah, it’s snowing in April
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| No lies, swear I’ll be faithful
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| Ready when I pull up to the function
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| Popping cotton candy, Robitussin
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| She saw me and I knew just what she wanted
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| Bitch turning up her nose like she above it
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| She love it when we do it out in public
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| No chance
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| She grab my hand and said she wanna go dance
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| And this a quiet night
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| Pour a cup and mix it up with cyanide
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| Now we inside and we can’t leave
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| They could never match my energy
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| Pick up the phone, I get just what I need
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| Faithful, white girl on the table
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| 3 lie, swear I’ll be faithful
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| Yeah, it’s snowing in April
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| No lies, swear I’ll be faithful
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| Tryna hide my face like I’m A Boogie
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| McQueen over my head 'cause they been looking
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| She up on me, she tryna control me, yeah
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| Sucked the soul out of ya boy and then she took it, yeah
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| They tryna tell you that it’s suicide
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| Then you say it’s just me and you tonight
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| Then said I’ll be here till the morning
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| I said do what you like
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| I promised momma that I wouldn’t die tonight
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| Now we inside and we can’t leave
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| They could never match my energy
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| Pick up the phone, I get just what I need
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| Faithful, white girl on the table
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| 3 lie, swear I’ll be faithful
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| Yeah, it’s snowing in April
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| No lies, swear I’ll be faithful |