| Champagne and pools, layin by the palm trees
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| What else do you want from me?
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| Is it the house that I live or the things that I can give am I a fool, yeah
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| For thinking I was different
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| Apart from all these Soho House guys that take you out
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| I wonder if you feel a thing, if you feel a thing
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| Besides the Xanax and highs
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| These tools that you hang out with
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| What else do you want me to give?
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| I know it’s not a promise, you got what you wanted
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| Champagne and pools
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| Hahaha why you always gotta be inconsistent?
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| Why you never talk a lot but you always bitchin?
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| And when it comes to sex you never change position
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| I’m bored as shit, let’s do something different
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| You can play with balls like you were from New England
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| But I don’t really think of what you think about
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| And I don’t even care what you do
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| But when you text me real late like
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| «Hey yo what’s up?»
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| I’m probly not talking to you
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| Cause all you wanna know is where the blow is
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| Who got tables, when you rolling, can I bring friends?
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| I don’t think so
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| But how about one friend from San Francisco?
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| Okay, she can come
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| In a room full of Neo’s I be the one
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| Girl let’s get Rousey I beat it up
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| You need a fake ID to be in the club?
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| Uh, I think you put a spell on me
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| Ending up with you, that could be an L to me
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| You spend one hundred dollars on some damn shampoo
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| But it still smell like L’oreal to me
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| Champagne and pools, layin by the palm trees
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| What else do you want from me? |
| Oh
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| Is it the house that I live
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| Or the things that I can give am I a fool, oh
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| For thinking I was different
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| What else do you want me to give?
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| I know it’s not a promise, you got what you wanted
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| Champagne and pools
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| Okay, aight we starting? |
| Cool
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| Reportin live from planet basic
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| We talk a lot but we don’t ever say shit
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| Sayin somethin that we truly feel
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| But that’s just not in the the conversation
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| I’m semi-famous
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| Kinda ain’t shit
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| Kinda sorta like almost made it
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| It’s like I went from star in the making
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| To «Oh yeah him, yeah I hope he makes it»
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| When the hell did all that begin?
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| I wish I didn’t have as many rapper friends
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| I wish I had way more actor friends
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| Least I couldn’t tell they were acting then
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| I mean like damn can I get a tweet?
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| Hey hitboy can I get a beat?
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| I guess if you don’t sell CD’s
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| Your BFF’s start MBD’s
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| At least my shit went number three
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| I mean Fetty Wap, Drake, and Future too
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| Drake and fucking Future dude!
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| What the hell was I supposed to do?
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| But I know I got somethin inside
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| You can’t get from these other guys
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| Real ass songs and lyrics
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| That you can’t get from these other minds
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| Right?
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| Champagne and pools, layin by the palm trees
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| What else do you want from me?
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| Is it the house that I live or the things that I can give am I a fool
|
| For thinking I was different
|
| Apart from all these Soho House guys that take you out
|
| I wonder if you feel a thing, if you feel a thing
|
| Besides the Xanax and highs
|
| These tools that you hang out with
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| What else would you like me to give?
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| I know it’s not a promise, you got just what you wanted
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| Champagne and pools |