| I’ve been in Sedona, I don’t got a phone
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| Honestly I’d rather if I die alone
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| Do it really matter what a hater say?
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| Higher that I go up, they just fade away
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| You can find me walking on the ave' any day, ayy
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| Fuck an umbrella 'cause I like it when it rain, ayy
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| Always see me smiling but I’m hella overwhelmed
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| Ima prolly die single 'cause I need my fucking space
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| I got leeches in my phone
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| I got drama on my plate
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| I been living on my own
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| I been in and out of state
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| I been egging on the trolls
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| I been cooking on the stove
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| I been stacking my discography and plotting my escape, ayy
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| Raincoat, sailboat, shea butter for my elbows and my ankles
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| What the fuck you bringing to the table?
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| Did you pay dues? |
| Are you grateful?
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| What you been through? |
| Was it painful? |
| Did it break you?
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| Sam Cooke reincarnation, ayy
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| I should probably start a flower garden, ayy
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| It’s a motherfucking celebration, ayy
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| We should probably get the party started
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| Yeah, I know the shortcut, rather take the long way
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| Hate when niggas skipping hella tracks, let the song play
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| Taking in the views, hit the dab while i’m looking at the moon
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| Got my parents and my youngin' on the four-way, ayy
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| Arizona, Sedona
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| Arizona, Sedona
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| Arizona, Sedona
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| Arizona, Sedona
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| Arizona, Sedona
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| Arizona, Sedona
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| Arizona, Sedona
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| Yeah
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| I swear I spent this summer in the plane
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| I swear I spent the winter in LA
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| I’m hella boozy but I’m from the hood
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| I mix the liquor with the Minute Maid
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| Everywhere I go, I’m the people favorite cousin
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| I’m the family member that you wanna keep in touch with
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| I’m the one that see you sniffing coke and don’t say nothing
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| Someone got a problem with you, I’ll be like, «What's up then?»
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| Every other week pack light, gotta get away
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| Nigga’s always got their hands out, bitch, get away
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| Bad bitch standing in my view, but she in the way
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| Main chick looking hella cute, that is what i need
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| Raincoat, sailboat, shea butter for my elbows and my ankles
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| What the fuck you bringing to the table?
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| Did you pay dues? |
| Are you grateful?
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| What you been through? |
| Was it painful? |
| Did it break you?
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| Sam Cooke reincarnation, ayy
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| I should probably start a flower garden, ayy
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| It’s a motherfucking celebration, ayy
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| We should probably get the party started
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| Yeah, I know the shortcut, rather take the long way
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| Hate when niggas skipping hella tracks, let the song play
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| Taking in the views, hit the dab while I’m looking at the moon
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| Got my parents and my youngin' on the four-way, yeah
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| Arizona, Sedona
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| Arizona, Sedona
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| Arizona, Sedona
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Sunlight peak through the doorway
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| I tell you I love you and do it in broad day
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| I love you with no rules
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| I’m wishing you more days
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| I keep you in my heart
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| I keep you in my heart |