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note: starts really fast just 4 beats in
i,
talk shit in my dreams, i sleep with an 8 track
tryna ramp my shit up, you could say that im laid back
with a girl for every day that i wished, for every day back
wasting time gettin' high no lie like a drake track
man, its not the money its the time that it takes
to get nice. ya'll sweeter than a iced lemonaide.
man, ya'll sweeter than an iced cake at a wedding
between two fags that eloped with a bar of soap, fleshlight n' some lace
but its alright, cause the strings just playedddd
i slow dance when life throws me a ball, just bring the bouquet,
where im from, it gets cold and friendships get old
and love comes undone, and myself - i do not know
so just, collapse your lungs inhale, and pack it up
gettin high ,all the time, lose track, nowhere to go,
look back, at what i've done. god damn, its not enough
if i had a song for every gram i'd have a grammy.
but,
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