1. |
Forgive Me
02:57
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(Verse 1)
I've been patient, but patience ain't key when its paper to make
And I'm dope as a key when this flame hit the paper my nigga
Been starring at this empty plate for too long
Got a home in the hood on the west and the east
That I promised myself imma feed 'fore I leave
I got moves to make nigga
Ain't worried bout who next, or my ex, or who best cuz bitch I'm rider
Got a drive like I'm riding through yo block, like blocka
Out the window, get offended, I don't give no fucks boy
Cuz everything's the same with these fuck boys
Everything's the same with these hoes too
Better peep who you put around your lifestyle
Cuz you can't control what these hoes do
In a city, a poor girl with two little pennies
Trying to turn that into plenty
Cuz I've been through people that claim that they love me
And people that claim that they're for me
And hoping that better days coming
It's nothing like coming after you realize that you fuckin' em up
I've been quiet but silent's a must, you can't give em too much
Got a buck and a dream that's enough for a queen with a vision
(Hook 1)
I can't wait much longer, the older I'm getting
I should've been getting it
We could've been toastin, I hope I'm forgiven
The struggle we live in, I hope I'm forgiven
One day we'll re-live it
Ain't gon' be no tripping, unless the jet liftin' the sky is the limit
These clouds can be shifted, This shit can be simple
I hope Im forgiven
The money, the bitches
The bills and the niggas, man fuck the expenses
When it's all said and done, niggas gon' do the math
In a different division
My dimensions is different
But I had you all waiting too long
Write my wrongs turn them hoes to a couple of songs
(Verse 2)
And I'm gon' peel off on these bitches like peeon
Yall peons, wipe your face after I pee on
All yall bitches, I'm the R. plus a Destiny's Child
Pop the Rose for the glow on my destiny, child
Epitome of that pimp shit
Pop these hoes of the flow
I don't wanna have to mop these hoes off tho floor
I don't wanna have to sweep these niggas
Like pass the sticks weak nigga
Cuz my shit Dope Boy like 30 zips
Push it through the hood like "you heard of Tish?"
man the push feel good once you finally feeling the tip
Got The Top on the top of my list
Next, my home, like I'm hopping the fence
Like I'm cocking to hit anything in my way
Got a burden I'm trying to shake
And a future I'm trying to shape
And a notebook for all my mistakes
Every breath that I take on the track, racing time and these seconds
Cuz second's a terrible place
Shit's been slow-mo for years switch the gear on the pace
Don't mistake a dry tear for no fear on my face
As I peer in the mirror like fuck it, be great
(Hook 2)
I don't think yall get it
It's crazy, go through ten Ls for a win
Shit don't add up
Add a 50 to that, late on this rent shit again
My momma like damn, she sacrificed arms and legs for the fam
I couldn't ask for a hand
I'm sorry, I swear ma, I fucked up the plan
But I'm still on a mission
I hope I'm forgiven, pray to God I ain't missed it
I hope I ain't too late
I hope I'm forgiven, I hope I'm forgiven
I said that we'd live it
I said Imma get it, I said imma get it
I just pray I'm forgiven, I hope I'm forgiven, just hope I'm forgiven
The struggle we live,
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2. |
Genesis
03:31
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(Verse 1)
I'm a few steps ahead of them
You ain't ready to tango
All yall talkin that fly shit can't see the view from my angle
Cuz where I'm standing life's a beach/bitch
And I ain't wearing no sandals
From a place that flashy shit will have your life changing like channels
before your eyes
Tears from their cries of your pictue on that mantle
Unless you got the shit that'll have them niggas reaching for angels
In this dark city where you either lighting Ls or lighting candles
And even though I'm taking Ls, I still feel like it ain't shit that I can't do
I may come off just a little bit anal
But ain't nobody fuckin with me
Dropping that soap shit is no Bueno
Make no mistake, I'm clost to great, its a no brainer
I aint saying that I'm perfect
It's some smudges on my halo
I take trips to hopeless places like this one chick from Barbados
Just trying to find some peace amongst a bunch of fuckin chaos
But it seem I gotta grab a piece and cause a bunch of KOs
Tryna reach this destination was destined for at a day old
So many fucking with that same Destiny that's a bad hoe
And for a taste of it, guess I'd easily be bisexual
but fuck how you looking at me
You see me, you see my city
See how legendary meets something scary, R.I,P Whitney
See my flaws turn into strengths so its gone be harder to beat me
See how everybody dount you until you make it believe me
Same phony ass people make it hard for more to meet me
I'm sorry, I know I'm rambling nigga I'm only venting
In a position where I dwell on problems and whats missing
Just take me as is and love me
And though only God can judge me
I look around like who the fuck gave you that gavel muhfucka
(I ain't got time to waste on you muhfuckas)
(Verse 2)
I'm tryna live like,
Champagne spilling they wondering like "who in it?"
Its sunny out, the rays on my face feel good, I keep em tinted
Life's on the rise, high lifes my nigga, everything lifted
Looking back on how things used to be
Amazed on how they shifted
Amazed at how my presence's now a present, man I'm gifted
Ride past cops like, "who gives a fuck flick it"
Drunk driving, I'm swering
Boys in my rearview mirror
He asked me where you going
Slurring, I told him I'm living..
I'm tryna live like,
I got these 5 Jacksons, tell the driver to slow down
Make this loop and ride it out, I'm tryna have another go round
I stay in this circle, them my niggas
Them Killas
Enjoying how this Mary-Go-Round on some Rick James shit
I'm just so glad this night/Gladys Knight couldn't be more right
Cuz Home is Where The Heart is and these Motown lights so bright
No hurry, just sip just chill all night
No worries, just sip just chill ..this life
(Music break)
(Verse 3)
This the beginning of many endings
This gon' put most of yall in yall feelings
Some niggas can't help but hate, this might be tempting
Genesis, verses like left on the bible
Shaun in the back yelling "truu" like I'm tiity boi
Killing shit, conscience yelling "Shoot! give em the 50 boi"
My arrival's like verses short of the second coming
When it's money time we're eating
I'm watching the seconds coming, my nigga
My niggas winning
My nigga this just beginning, my nigga
Oh what a feeling when you feeling youre life fulfilling
Been had the revelation
Been booked the reservations
I ain't gon' trip, yall will see me when yall see me muhfuckas..
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3. |
Sheridan Street
04:03
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(Verse 1)
Tropical trees, I close my eyes and imagine to try to block out police
Hear the sirens, hear the screams, hear that *gun shot noise*,
Them streets, they never sleep
Remember somebody told ain't nothing out there to see
So lay lower than all yo windows or laying in six feet
Between gun shots and my granddaddy I learned to get on my knees
He told me just close your eyes whenever you seek peace
But I could still hear the girl next door sounding like she gettin' beat
Still hear them babies crying, they momma just sixteen
And bass thumpin' from headlights that cut off at the end of my street
And he'd kneel down right next to me and told me baby repeat
"Now I lay my burdens down before I go to sleep.."
I'd go to sleep and go with sheep til heaven never seemed so close
Off the coast city livin' never seemed so broke
Hear boats in the distance come back to my senses, hit the alarm..
(Hook)
Tired of dreamin, tired of dreamin
Niggas be schemin you can be next to a heathen who..
Tired of dreamin, Tried believin, Tired of breathin
So he pull out and yell, "If you wanna live better reach for the sky",
"This is a stick up nigga, this is a stick up"
If you wanna live better reach for the sky
This is a stick up nigga (hit the alarm)
(Verse 2)
Palm trees, palms please get to itchin' or somethin'
Lord I hate to bitchin' for somethin', understand you busy with somethin
It just gets hard giving everything and ending up with nothing
I remember when I held my first hand
And how it felt to sneak and give away my first kiss
Nowadays its hard for me to say I feel shit
I just be tryna fill my glass to the top of the brim
Its somethin 'bout that full champagne glass shit
Feels legendary everytime I take a sip
Take shots and yell "mo' problems, hope i get Big quick"
Cuz my mind drift off into things that I knew I couldn't touch
Ain't feel my momma slap my hand but I heard her say "that's to much"
But I'm reaching to grab the clutch and watching it bust that 120 line
Til I'm flying, crashing back into my senses, back to making wishes
Right before I hit the alarm
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
Lil' shorty a few under 5'2"
Nothing short of a young picasso, be painting the sky blue
Teacher told her she had talent, she was just natural at it
Whether a court or a canvas get in the paint and get loose
But they couldn't even imagine what she was imagining then
Shorties was only on imaginary friends
I was, head on the pillow, fuck a dime for a tooth
Early ages seeing niggas selling dimes to the youth
Early stages of her pages showing signs of the truth
See back in third grade, she used to paint things
That's when she would turn pain into paintings
Wouldn't lose sleep over them telling me I can't dream
(Last Verse)
Tish Nigga U already know the rest mane
I'm way way passed sane
All these hype muhfuckas in the fast lane
And they aint even passing
These bastards blasting their own music and talking bout
bitches choosin
One mad at his baby momma for saying he couldn't move in
Passenger nigga calling a girl a bitch for ignoring him
He rolls up the window, roll up one doobie for all four of em
Driver nigga start tweeting "woomp woomp real nigga shit...Benihana...woomp, woomp hoes be on this real nigga dick"
No classes, just classy hoes, pair of glasses, and Styrofoam cups
Fast lane boys doing 90 towards nothing, but they fresh though
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4. |
Sky High
02:29
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5. |
The Get Down
01:52
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(Verse 1)
Don't you hear them marching in?
Don't hear the sirens going off?
Gun shots sings lullabys to us when the sun sleeps
Momma thank God every night she get to see her son sleep
Cuz son gotta sit in a classroom everyday
Took God out of school, now you see them on the news
Ain't no telling when a nigga'll come make everybody..
"Lay down, Bitch" yelled the nigga to the girl walking home
Eight hours she's been missing, police said wait forty more
Now 40s getting poured for shorty found her body in the streets
Better pray young man better pray for the peace
Cuz the only piece we carry these days starting war
What a day for a dream Dr. Martin wouldn't you say?
Skittles and a Arizona took your son's life away
Just another nigga face on the news, Black Blues
We're starting to look the same
Our President looks just like us
(Hook)
You tell me which one's to blame
You tell me which way to point
Iny Mini Miny Moe
Bulletts flying through the air
Playing tag for your soul
You better get down
Get Down
Duck
(Verse 2)
Muthafucka you should get down
Get your black ass down
You're another thug,
I see it on your face right now
Head down
Put your arms behind your back
Firearms all in his face
Tie a noose around his neck
Let me see you get down from that black boy
Imma put you in your place black boy
Your name leaves me a bad taste black boy
Imma spit it in your face black boy
Let you free and watch you kill your own race,
Get Down.
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6. |
New Religion
01:42
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(Verse 1)
These days it's hard to sit and appreciate shit that happens
I'll be marching in place 'fore I match the pace of the masses
Remembering all of those days when I'd bury my thoughts in ashes
Some things ain't for everybody
Our people getting smoked and passin'
We struggle to break the yolk
And then wonder why ain't shit crackin'
Oh lord,
I pray for my footprints' distinction
I pray that find my way to whatever I'm seeking
Sometimes I don't see it, but dammit I feel it breathing inside of me
Gotta body me trying to stop me from reaching the highest height
Got a body type for a Goliath fight,
This is bigger than music
I see a woman's beauty and watch Bitches abuse it
Ain't much out here that inspires, but damn it's amusing
I look to the music but the lies and lines are confusing
This shit is misleading,
I've been putting my dues in
And ain't shit fair,
cuz everybody's thirsty for prosperity, but the standards they set got me choosin
(Hook)
They say its a New Religion
(x4)
(Verse)
Feels like the days are getting shorter
Let me see the lavish life before it vanish
Add that lobster to that order
You don't have to pay me no respect now but
Pay back is a bitch
Royalties are in order nigga
Queen in my blood
Cash on my tongue
(Ugh) Jesus walkin in my aura nigga
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7. |
Gold
02:23
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(Verse 1)
Queen in my blood, got me thuggin nigga
I don't know about these other bitches, they be buggin nigga
I ain't for your crowd, just some cowards in abumdance nigga
No run0ins with nobody
But you'll run into a bunch of niggas
And amongst these niggas I'm dope on a itch nose of the Pope homie
I feel like hoes in debt with me
Imma take what they don't owe me
Only thing in my plan
Ball like Kobe was playin'
It ain't bout the money, but to show it when I wan to On Demand
I got..
(Hook)
Gold in my vision in a city full of grey
Got Gold in my vision not them roleys, fuck them chains
Got Gold in my vision
give my niggas gold plates
Give my people forty acres of gold sand for the wait
(x2)
(Verse 2)
Always Knew Id be different
My daddy told me be great
Promise momma, not this living, turn the whole city to an estate
Cuz everybody don't have it
I so am what they ain't
Looking around at some people,
Thank God I dodged them mistakes
And I don't care who else yall mentioning
I swear they got me chilling
With my feet so high up I could probably kick a pigeon
Thrown sitting, spittin shit hit you feel like the chrome lifted
If I aim then its game
Don't see why the crown missing
Want to live a Master Piece
No Limits to increase
I can't walk with the average
A day to day Mona Lis
Insane what the people go crazy for in the streets
Ain't even expensive taste, being fed what they eat
I got..
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
Come and salsa with the bossa
Female Hove
Elle est Heffe
Pour a glass of champagne
Pour one for the campaign
One more for the camp's name
Quen in my veins bitches now days don't relate
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8. |
Champagne Celebration
02:07
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(Verse 1)
Corks hitting clouds cuz my roof's gone missing
Always knew that I would touch the sky
And I ain't even talking convertibles
More like verticle rockets
I have lost my mind
I'm already thinking celbrations
Tipped a hundred to the waitress
Cuz I'm buzzing and she had a nice smile
And I just keep hearing congratulations
From blurry familiar faces..
Muhfucka you can't tell me I'm just dreaming
Muhfucka you can't tell me I'm bossy for no reason
Not that milkshake, give me some of what Jay-z sip
G Shit
Walk up in the room and have niggas like "lawd Jesus"
Red bottoms clicking to the top floor wuite
Not to mention with a chick that's just as bad as me
Don't forget I'm with my clique
It's gon' be bad when niggas hit Paris
Gon' pop us some Peri
Probably cop bout a pair each
We deserve to be celebrating
(Hook)
Imma do it for my momma
Imma do it for my dad
Imma do it for my city and those who missed on their chance
We deserve a celebration
We deserve a celebration
Imma do it for my sisters, for my baby, for my bros
Imma do it for my friends
Even do it for my foes
You ain't work if they ain't hatin'
We deserve a celebration
We deserve a celebration
Imma do it for the women, Imma do it for the girls
Even do it for the fellas, imma do it for the world
We deserve a celebration
We deserve a celebration, celebration
(Verse 2)
Imma do it
Imma reach the top, hands down
That goes for all the non believers with their hands down
You make this a special occasion
Make sure you bring a whole bottle to my fuckin celebration
(stunt, champagne firework shit)
More than a little like a lotto off my fuckin celebration
(cup after cup after cup after cup)
Call my momma up and tell her ass to quit workin
We worth it
It ain't even a question
Bottle service requested
Red carpet leading to the end of my quest
Its gon' be a fest my nigga
I just ask you don't spill shit on my dress my nigga
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9. |
No95
02:52
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(Verse 1)
I'm just tryna be great, can I live homie?
Breezing through the losses, tryna feel the win on me
I'm just tryna picture places that they don't go
On Instagram, can't find me, no Lo-Lo
On the low, it's been the goal since before four
My 16s everytime be the 4 4
Bang
Three letters in the logo
We made a mission for the money, or it no go
And I don't mean to correlate the happiness with the money
It just happens to correspond to the world ro-tation
You don't want no smoke with me
The bitches loud talking be the types to try and smoke for free
I'm focusing,
Cuz everything else aint guaranteed
Take the Jack off the shelf
Then I'm on top of the track like in balance my health
I'm just tryna work it out when it ain't much working
How the hell I ain't ate, 9 to 5 not worth it
I'm saying
(Hook)
I've been working too hard I deserve to go crazy, crazy
No money two jobs ain't been adding up lately, lately
Trips to the liquor store been the routine daily, lately
I've been working too hard I deserve to go crazy
Go Crazy, crazy
(Verse 2)
Dreams money can buy..
All the things money can hide..
Bills disappear as if they met Monica after hours
After hours spent in the after-hours what you expect, nigga
Number 23 in a baby blue jersey
Yall should be extra excited for what I'm gonna do next nigga
I tell em, say it with ya chest nigga
I just been sitting back, plotting, playing chess with em
Plus these double Ds on me
Got em wanting to try to put a couple Cs on me
Please homie, on to way, way better things homie
I got the world in my hands, tryna play it like the Ds homie
Its a gamble and a scheme homie
When everything aint as good as what you dream homie
When food ain't good until you really eat
Grab the mic and eat
Food for thought for the streets
Belly of the beast
Feel like I ain't ate in fucking weeks, man they fuckin weak
I'm sick nigga, I can give em coughin/coffin in my sleep
And as often as I see the sheep I feel the beast in me
Champagne Celebrations will be the least ending
My ambitions got me walking round like I own shit
And I don't even own shit
(Hook)
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10. |
Lane Change
03:28
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(Verse 1)
Bitch, this is the sound of your demise
This should be funeral music to em
A straight killa, no disguise
Let em see the pretty face that's gon do it to em
Bitch I'm popping the cockiest nigga popping
I'll pimp the rap population,
they just pussies popping, I'm popping off
One quarter short of the jackpot after I scratch em off
One quarter short of these Ls I need to push em
I'm passing these niggas
Passing these bitches
Still can't assist em
No mercy,
The O-N-E or the N-E-O of the system
Ohh Tish don't kill em', Tish don't kill em
But sorry I'm just tired of the people yall feeling
If I have to start a riot then it's flames I'll give em
Til all these lames get it, I'm coming for what they're building
I'm a Champion, they can't swim with me
Need a extra gill then/Gildan cuz they aint even trailing me
In my own lane
(Hook)
Moment of Silence
(x4)
(Verse 2)
All of yall are some jokes to me
All the way down to styles, its a hoax to me
Feel like what every female rapper is supposed to be
And when they see me, know that they can't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me
You can't fuck with me
It's no luck with me
You're young bucks to me
That's why I hear em it be funny
All I hear is money, money ch-ch-ching
If they think their nice I must be swisher sweet
Close to flame, like I tongue kissed the devil's mouth
Its a shame for fame niggas taking the devil route
And Imma still kill em like I'm helping the devil out
Took my pen and I'm using it as a shovel to dig a whole to the level they on
Man these hoes think they on
What the fuck is they on
Gotta stay focused stay on
Boy was Jones and them wrong, high school basketball coach
Said D1 was a No,
Now I'm thee one and they watching a league legend unfold
I'm one on one with the pros
I had to take my own lane
Moment of silence, silence
(Hook)
(bridge)
Don't get brave lil nigga, don't get brave lil nigga
This the sound they gon play at your wake lil nigga
Better wake lil nigga
No mistakes lil nigga
Better give young girl a fair shake lil nigga
Cuz I shake lil niggas
Break lil niggas
A.I. stutter step in aearthquake lil niggas, don't play with me
Don't play with me
Moment of Silence
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11. |
Block Party
03:22
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(Verse 1)
Walkin like a goddess with my red cup
Talking that shit, fuck your red bottoms
Them niggas think them buffies make a nigga buff
Thurst got a tool for a pair of problems
I stay out the way
Bay and BGK
Money on my mind
Tryna see the shit that money don't define
See my city dying
They say that they're elping us they're lying
Say we're coming back,
to put them black folks in two family flats
White folk moving in, white folk moving out with money sacks
Life ain't what it is
That bitch is a filter and a trap
Fuck it, we're on the bottom
Wathc me get the top and the I'll tap
Yall swear that yall grinding
Yall niggas a money getting act
Real niggas give me dap, I feel niggas about to hate
I see them girls get in their feelings whenever I enter
Ain't nobody got it like I got it
I'm 1 out of 1
However you subtract it or add it, they're 1 out of some
And I'm bout to take the city
(Hook)
But first I gotta wake the city
And put the city on wave
We gon' grind it everyday, everyday
But tonight we on Hennessy and Coke
Hennessy and Coke
(x6)
(Verse 2)
Where the cash at
Where the cash at
I done seen how dudes will use that just to please rats
Stop running the streets, these streets is where no good at
Where your fam stay nigga, where your hood at
I'm tryna have a block party
Don't get to see my old block hardly
Pretty girl rolling up that Bob Marley
I don't even smoke but boy I got that flame
Fuck the fame
Long as you see the face and know the fuckin' gang
Fuck is you saying
Grab you drink
Everyday shit will just drive you insane
I don't want your nigga your nigga want me
My energy always be plussed(+'d) out
It be some weak niggas with female traits,
who always bringing that puss out
Just grab another bottle, I don't care whoo putting in
Freaky bitches tryna swallow anything that they can get
Niggas talking 'bout who's matching, we got eights and we got fifths
We gon' party while we grind, no sleeping in,
Cuz we bout to wake the city
(Hook)
(Breakdown)
Hennessy got me driving in two lanes
Just to get to you
Im swerving, it might feel more like I'm flying
I could be dying
But I'm trying my best to get to you
So I can sleep with you
I only let things get so deep with you
Cuz this Hennessy will make a nigga wanna be with you forever
I could do this forever
WE could live this forever and ever..
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12. |
CMFGF
04:36
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(Verse 1)
Nothing's healthy about the way I need to be with you
My air runs away on lonely days you put me through
This cannot be love, I swear its different
This is some twisted addiction
I have lost control of me
I'm yours, you have my full permission
If you leave me I am done
Might as well unplug the sun
I was made for only one
I was made for only you
You make the days sway when they move
Cocaine would be too easy
Silly lines would only tease me
Just a hit from your lips seems to bring me life
Algolagnic
You're behind al of these heart beats
Algolagnia
Some type of joy in being this weak
(Hook)
Just say you love me
Say you'll love Me
Say you love Me
Say you'll love Me
Please stay and love me
Stay and love me
Stay and love me
(Verse 2)
And I can't believe that you have done this to me
I'd be down and out
I'm drowning in these bottles
If you decided to just walk away from me today,
I'd hate to see what's in tomorrows
It's so many who you could be with,
But I couldn't see another future you would follow
Its like my heart has met a flat line
I want this for a lifetime
I wouldn't be so crazy if your stay was guaranteed
And if its another girl who takes my place
I hate to have to say but
(Bridge)
I'm so fuckin crazy bout mine
Lose you and I lose my fuckin mind
That bitch aint gon' be nothing like me
Crazy if you think you leaving me
That option comes with a fee
Cuz I'm so fuckin crazy bout mine
Lose you and I lose my fuckin mind
That bitch ain't gon' be nothing like me
Get another girl compare her to me
Then get another girl compare her to me
Then get another girl compare her to me
Cuz I'm so Fuckin crazy bout mine
Lose you and I lose my fuckin mind
(Outro)
You can have my sanity
I don't need that
I don't what's left of me
I don't know what's left of me
All I know is that I love
Call me crazy but I love you
Call me crazy but I love you
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