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And I didn't wanna write a song
Cause I didn't want anyone thinking I still care
I don't but, you still hit my phone up
And baby I be movin' on
And I think you should be somethin'
I don't wanna hold back, maybe you should know that
My mama don't like you and she likes everyone
And I never like to admit that I was wrong
And I've been so caught up in my job, didn't see what's going on
But now I know, I'm better sleeping on my own
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Go find another lover
To bring a..., to string along!
With all your lies
You're still very loveable
I toured the light
So many foreign roads
For Emma, forever ago
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The things I brought you
When I found out you had cancer of the bone
Your father cried on the telephone
And he drove his car into the Navy yard
Just to prove that he was sorry
In the morning, through the window shade
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
I could see what you were reading
All the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications you could do without
 
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Remember i used to sleep on the floor?
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:alabar:
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But dont call me brother no more
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Shout out to the fathers that never raised us
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Get knocked out on camera
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FUCK BEING HUMBLE, LIL BITCH, IM FROM THE JUNGLE
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WOO BACK BABY

rip pop
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I woke up too moody, who gon die today?
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Boy oh boy, I'm bad as burnt pollo off the grill and shit
Spitter of the Little Nick, nimble, rickrolling
Bitch niggas pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage shit
'87 roof top, Bronson
Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw chronic
(Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock vomit up)
(Sub rocking, thud knocking niggas teeth loose)
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CONVERSE WITH MY ADDICTIONS. DONT TALK, I JUST LISTEN.
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