| My girl got a lil butt but i like it
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| I rock nikes in the lightnin'
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| So excitin' why you come to spots fighting
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| We ones who make the world spin so brightly
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| Take a likin' and hey say they fel is getting pricey
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| Rocking headbands running with the bison
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| Y’all ain’t gotta like me
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| Lets see i’m birthed out of bridgeport
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| Raised out in t-town i was rocking my jansport
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| I must keep my hands warm
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| That winter storm hit more like sandstorms
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| But get up and dance more
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| I’m somewhere on that metro tryna find me some
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| More shit to fill up in my styrofoam to mix with my soda, and this shit sound
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| like it outta
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| I see some wonderful daughters, got some wonderful friends
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| Only fuck with the positive
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| Never riding the bench
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| Getting caught by the the feds
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| Trny run up that fence
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| Y’all supposed to keep me safe feel like you just want me dead
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| Ayo muscato
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| We gone count our damn dollars and pay your dad back for all the drama
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| Oh this world is so strange
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| My homies all on that cane
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| But that shit ain’t for me
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| That’s why i find others ways
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| To stay lifted
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| Heeeyy
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| And if you tryna deal with same then come head out this way
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| Let’s get busy, baby
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| All i ever wanted was a lil bit of everything
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| (Bridge)
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| And these are the days these are the days, they running away, they keep running
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| away
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| My girl got a lil, a lil lil lil ll
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| And she don’t got a lot of money but she like it
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| She think the world is too priceless
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| And i’m the type to run from the shit i find enticing
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| And i don’t always like me
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| But you, you always like me
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| And now i’m get pricey (damn)
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| Waking up on floors of different houses almost on the nightly
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| So yeah it’s pretty likely that i’m gon' forget you
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| I’m busy making art pieces, steppin on step stools
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| The pressure will get you
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| Don’t let it depress you
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| I used to make a mess now i make instrumentals and keep it so benzo
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| And if the world could relax
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| We could maybe get a grip on all the time we let pass |