No I don't drink but let's all get faded
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Call up the team...
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Hands in the air give a fuck about a nigga, give a fuck about a bitch too
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The top is a lonely spot, Friends in a phony slot all that shit true
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I ain't even got the energy stop pretending like you're into me
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You don't even had a dose yet, shit don't matter, We ain't got the chemistry
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I... need a little time just to breathe, Just to kinda get my life on the right track
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I can give you my heart for the night but when it's over you gotta give it right back
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Hell yes It's like that, Sick and tired of falling in the right traps
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It a cold world out here bitch, I'm a keep my heart frozen til the ice crack
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Feels like something's missing I feel fucking distant, I don't trust no one,
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Especially not these niggas, I don't-I don't trust these niggas,
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They might-They might catch me slipping, I don't trust these niggas or none of these bitches,
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Call up em' I'm drinking I wanna get wasted,
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Call up em' Call up em, I know I don't smoke but I wanna get fade, Call up em'
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Damn, Seems like my head is in the wrong spot,
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Cells on overdrive filled by the wrong thought
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Any battle worth winning is the one fought
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So my logic beat emotion by a long shot
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These nigga recycling the same line
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Bitches getting played hard like overtime
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Guard up gotta hurdle to get over mine
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Eyes closed cause I see you better with an open mind
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Damn that's all right,
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That's all right, I ain't know, I fell for it, I caught on, I got that, You came close
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And I got some hidden feelings that I can't show
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So I can either bury the hatchet
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Or just keep digging the same hole
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Feels like something's missing I feel fucking distant, I don't trust no one,
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Especially not these niggas, I don't-I don't trust these niggas,
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They might-They might catch me slipping, I don't trust these niggas or none of these bitches,
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Call up em' I'm drinking I wanna get wasted,
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Call up em' Call up em, I know I don't smoke but I wanna get fade, Call up em'
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Swag me out, Swag me out,
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Fuck the words while they are coming out your mouth
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Let them words have a fuck you baby
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Watch my middle finger push it out
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Whispers to the side
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Fiction and some lies
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But I really ain't surprised
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Cause everybody know there ain't shit I gotta hide
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Well you tell me that you love me when you see me, affff
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Feels like a billion motherfuckers don't like me no more
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Ooh yeah they hate me now
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Feels like they really wanna break me down
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These bitches ain't on my level
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In result they hate themselves
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You being everybody but tell me why the fuck you still ain't yourself
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Sometimes I feel a need to just thank myself
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Cause I'm real as fuck ho even when I ain't myself
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I wish I could say the same for you
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But we all know that shit ain't true
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That phony shit just make me laugh
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Damn y'all bitches must hate me bad
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All y'all niggas so fake it's sad
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And my ex boy gone make me spazz
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Let go, Let go, Let go til you don't feel that shit
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Hanging from your fingertips
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Tingles down your spleen and shit
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Friends are gone be separated
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Feelings gone be freedom stripped
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That's the fucking life we live... full of inconveniences
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Feels like something's missing I feel fucking distant, I don't trust no one,
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Especially not these niggas, I don't-I don't trust these niggas,
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They might-They might catch me slipping, I don't trust these niggas or none of these bitches,
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Call up em' I'm drinking I wanna get wasted,
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Call up em' Call up em, I know I don't smoke but I wanna get fade, Call up em'
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Trust Issues
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| Angel Haze |
