| I met this girl at my show
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| She went from standing front row
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| To laying down on my flow
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| She sucked me right out my soul
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| She put me all on her posts
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| She told the world she fucked Token
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| But Ben was there all alone
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| Little did she know
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| Aye, sometimes when my mom wanna come to shows
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| Says she hasn’t seen her son for a couple months or so
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| But I made the plan to be backstage with some hoes
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| Even if mom get sad I’ma tell her no
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| See, I’m a different man on the road
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| Even ask my homies who were there on the road
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| Fresh merch money in my bag, on the road
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| I’ma probably blow and have to go back on the road
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| Tour manager’s name is Lee
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| One fucking job, cater to me
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| Good amount of money that I pay him a week
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| But I still can’t tell if you love or hate me
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| Making money, never let the money make me
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| But I’m paranoid about all of the money they see
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| So I hide it in my pillowcase when I go to sleep
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| Least I know I’ll be smiling if they suffocate me
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| These girls always think I’m richer than I am, so I go with it
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| Asking me what celebrities I’ve met at shows and it’s
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| Usually a lot less than they suppose it is
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| So I make up some shit 'til the chick is like, «no kidding»
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| Even when they ask for my real name I don’t give it
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| When I tell my friends that they think I’m so tripping
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| Chick named Marie stole my chain in Winnipeg
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| Ever since then, I guess I don’t trust no bitches
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| Later that tour I had a show in Halifax
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| Couldn’t find my wallet and the tele
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| And this girl was feeling sketchy
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| So, she’s the one I started snapping at
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| She freaked out on me then I found it in my backpack
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| I was like, «My bad», she was like, «Fuck you!»
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| I was like, «Where you goin'?», she was like, «Fuck you!»
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| I would’ve felt bad but I didn’t have time to
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| I had another girl who was trying to come through
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| That’s just tour life, how it’s affecting you?
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| Girls, new place, new plus the revenue
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| Every time I leave home, mama says to call her
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| Every chance I get but I never do
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| I tell her it’s because I lost my voice from the show
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| Really, it’s because I don’t know if she’ll recognize it
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| Lee’s telling me what not to do when alone
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| But, lyrics are the only thing I’m memorizing
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| Best place to put the merch first thing that we look for
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| Merch guy got a piece of paper that he put the totals in
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| I read it so much, I’m feeling like a bookworm
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| Can’t talk about this shit up on a single
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| My manager say, «Put your best foot first»
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| But my best night was a threesome in London
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| Back of the tour bus and me and my homie took turns
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| Then one of the chicks boyfriends banging on the door
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| So damn heated
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| She didn’t care so I opened the window and told him, «Motherfucker beat it»
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| Flashback, sophomore year
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| My homie, Colin, he was fucking with a chick who had a boyfriend
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| I told him to stop because karma’s real
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| Now look at me, how does that feel?
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| It feel like its supposed to
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| Cheating, new city with a bigger chip on my shoulder
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| Marie stole my tame, bitch you think you slick, don’t ya?
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| This the reason I didn’t feel the same when I woke up
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| This the reason I fuck with my girl until we broke up
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| But it’s what I asked for
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| If I wanted true love then I should’ve asked more
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| Had a lot of new friends on my last tour
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| The only ones that stuck with me? |
| Suitcase and a passport |