[INTRO: Hodgy Beats]
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Ayo Mac!
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Super Three!
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Can you believe this bitch left me man?
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Swear to god man, I mean like
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She must be crazy or something
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I'm Hodgy Beats, heh
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It's all good though, like, I ain't trippin' or nothin'
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I'm just gonna walk outta her house and do my thing, like
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[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
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Stepping into my spaceship
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Glass broken in, you could tell where the vase hit
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She took my roses
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And my proposes
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She didn't like the smell, though they were sprayed golden
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My heart was way open
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I gave token
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She played the slots and left it way broken
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Somebody need to fix this misfit situation
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That I sit in
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And I wasn't even pitchin'
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I was catchin'
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The hatred that miss was optimistically etchin'
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I wanted her when she was fat back then
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And I still want her
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Even if she can't squeeze into Paris Hilton's under-
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-wear, maybe you just don't care
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Or Hodgy made himself to be there
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What we shared was better than an eclair
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While playing I declare, war
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[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
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Girl I'm so sore
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The way that she left me hit me right in the core of
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My heart
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I don't know where to start
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This is torture like she's tearing my legs apart
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From the joint
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It's not my fault
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So there's no need to point
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I need to roll up a joint
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And burn while I reminisce on who I called ointment
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I swear this is some doint shit
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[Outro]
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Hodgy Beats
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Super Three
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OF
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Our Story
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Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All |