Say bro, I love you 'til death but bitch you won't hear it
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For we gonna lay on top of
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He got the 'from above
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Places and harder dismiss, evil it's after your soul,
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People small with deceptions keep the sharp observation
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Allow and no time for tractions
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Of those how lay on your circle they get the chance to get hurt you
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They become your packets, you can tell somebody comments
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It's a the deal with calling, my nigga want to drop it
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I told him no, you flay no stop, 'til my phone talking valet
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And told me put it on the stoke and it will catch him no body
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No protecting my body, I feel no need for breathing
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I feel like days that go by are lying
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So we back on the '
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Let's doing look like I'm chasing
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Took my link like old men
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Bitch can't hold to the streets
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When every ones around my bitch has a problem
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Killing emotional all your tests with alcohol
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They say they love you and they wait for you to screw your day
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You finely poop with that raise 'don't say the flame it's there
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Gazing, lately the wear of this smiling faces
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And ' the wear of this smiling faces
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All the '
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These murders are at my conscience as I take too many showers
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I need a woman to hold me, help me forget all my problems
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This five a.m in Toronto, be here she down here from college
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She says a major psychology would buff in to astrology
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This mascado was sweet and hell it's deep to his brooklime
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Hard to sleep on the sadness, you see too much that's bother you
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Memories hunting me, jumping up all my sleep
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She might say its ok, pull me straight back to sleep
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I do this real for town, my life constantly repeat
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Breath and I can't squeeze up'
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My hands had to be fucking with me
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Every bitch I'm with, found out this shit
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Every three weeks you just fucking with me
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As I fucked you up just looking in the mirror
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Every body just pretending they fucking with me
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When every ones around my bitch has a problem
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Killing emotional all your tests with alcohol
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They say they love you and they wait for you to screw your day
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You finely poop with that raise 'don't say the flame it's there
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Gazing, lately the wear of this smiling faces
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And ' the wear of this smiling faces
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Smiling Faces
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| Kevin Gates |
