feat. Mike Classic
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What's your accent, she say she ain't have one
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My bad, my accident, but we talking by accident
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Is it the smoke filled room, tats filled tomb
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White man boom, he on you
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Tattered on the wrist, tattered on the grave
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Tattered by a kiss, oh girl smacked off of this
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Sunday man on her lips, sun tanned color skin
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But even love it don't exist
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Like rings ain't posed to fit, I can't forget
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To tell you how crazy it is, when she hit
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Cause I don't need the sun to sweat, get it correct
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When it gets colder, I barely know her
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Like for the whole summer, I was barely even sober
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What, in beach chairs I would hold her
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Close my eyes, saving the moment, moment
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Cause we be gone and, show man
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But when the women come
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I'm at far away, I'm at far away,
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I'm at far away, I'm at far away, far away, yeah
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I like her, all I need,
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And all that's left of, your memory
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What's the point of having everything
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With nothing at all
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I think we do it for the thrills girl, do it for the thrill
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I just say it how I feel girl, but I do it for the mills
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And that house on the hills, it's so exclusive
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Cause see me now I get crazy with you in the end
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Yeah, this morning I woke up without a headache
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Heart stop being baby, I need a medic
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It's falling apart and I ain't ready
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It's like I only fall in love when I rhyme and rock steady
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Excuse me if I'm being too modest
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But your body was created on the mountains of a goddess
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See you shining and a nigga being honest
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If you mind, your eyes turn gold right off my wallet
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And the way that I work, the way that I lurk
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Loving the sound, the way that you twerk
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And tats on your arms in different language
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And the one upon your 'sexy, I know it hurt
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Something about you so perfect
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I can tell that you not from around here
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You deserve everything you so worth it
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But the weather got me tripping out here
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I'm at far away, I'm at far away,
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I'm at far away, I'm at far away, far away, yeah
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I like her, all I need,
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And all that's left of, your memory
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What's the point of having everything
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With nothing at all.
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Far Away
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| L.I.E. |
