Out here we are stoned
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And out here there are no stars
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Chandeliers in the ceiling, remind ¡®er of the time
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That she was dealin¡¯ with a nigga on the grind
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Tryna get a billion cuz every fuckin¡¯ time
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He spend with all his women and still try
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Chandeliers in the ceiling, remind ¡®er of the time
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That she was ridin¡¯ with me, I¡¯m always on ¡®er mind
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While I be on my mission she smile and she cry
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Every time she see him she starts to cry
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Shorty had her own money, every time she came through she brung it
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Getting well nothin¡¯ from me, but for me to kick it
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Played a cut, be the make believe husband
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So to stomach the fact that I was always runnin¡¯
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In and out them priests, in and out them freaks
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And I didn¡¯t have nothing, from her I was a hundred
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That¡¯s why she couldn¡¯t leave, I kept her way too deep
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Her family and her ¡¦ advisor thought that she should be
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But a doctor, a lawyer, so all with a degree
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But she wanted no pointers, was happiest with me
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Night life, choosin¡¯ somethin¡¯ that¡¯s marvelous with two seats
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Makin¡¯ real jet movements, this lifestyle wild
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These hoes is attached to it, I fucked up she say fuck me
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And then she really do it, livin¡¯ this life is foolish
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So I raddle it, she slide even though I hate to do it
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Chandeliers in the ceiling, remind ¡®er of the time
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That she was dealin¡¯ with a nigga on the grind
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Tryna get a billion cuz every fuckin¡¯ time
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He spend with all his women and still try
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Chandeliers in the ceiling, remind ¡®er of the time
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That she was ridin¡¯ with me, I¡¯m always on ¡®er mind
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While I be on my mission she smile and she cry
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Every time she see him she starts to cry
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From the pages of the fashion magazines
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Twitter 2 plane tickets to get out here with me
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Lyin¡¯ to her mother guys but keepin¡¯ it sincere with me
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At least that¡¯s what she wished that I believed
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Boomerang style, laid out a silver screen
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Same clearer ways is mine, dog attitude and a feline
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Simple real nigga made a beat line, more to shine like he shine
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And when I was off on the grind, made with les niggas of me time
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Double standard rules apply, it came through what the man do
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Held in it good, it¡¯s street side
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And they watchin¡¯ the people, lookin¡¯ for signs of weakness
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Makin¡¯ moves with a sloozy, you¡¯ll be lookin¡¯ like a season
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And the vultures out to eat them, and I can¡¯t be in that number
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So it¡¯s on the late night fuck news, can¡¯t be seen in the public
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By then she always flossin¡¯ cuz I ain¡¯t got the time
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So I have to let her slide, she think about me when she high
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Chandeliers in the ceiling, remind ¡®er of the time
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That she was dealin¡¯ with a nigga on the grind
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Tryna get a billion cuz every fuckin¡¯ time
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He spend with all his women and still try
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Chandeliers in the ceiling, remind ¡®er of the time
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That she was ridin¡¯ with me, I¡¯m always on ¡®er mind
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While I be on my mission she smile and she cry
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Every time she see him she starts to cry
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Every time she see one she smile and she cry
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Every time she see one
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Chandeliers in the ceiling, remind ¡®er of the time
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That she was dealin¡¯ with a nigga on the grind
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Tryna get a billion cuz every fuckin¡¯ time
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He spend with all his women and still try
|
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Chandeliers in the ceiling, remind ¡®er of the time
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That she was ridin¡¯ with me, I¡¯m always on ¡®er mind
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While I be on my mission she smile and she cry
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Every time she see him she starts to cry
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Out here there are no stars
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Out here we are stoned
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Chandelier
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| Curren$y |
