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I been chasing after bread, I swear I like that pita
Got that heat like a pan, so now they calling me Peter
Oh I got hella dreads, I'm hooded just like the reaper
Slide on that bitch like spread, her cat turned into a weeper
They cold and they hella pressed, I'm colder, my swag meaner
They cold and they hella pressed, I'm colder, my swag meaner
One night, then I'm finna leave her
Not that somebody, no not that Aaliyah
A chef out here just trying to get all my cheese up
Pick and roll, pick and roll, pick and roll, D. Rose
How I make art come right out a speaker
Make that girl twirl, feeling like Rita
Lil' Spanish Mami, oh hey señorita
She calling me papi, tryna have a lil' fetus
The opps only talk, no they can't defeat us
Couldn't give a damn, yeah not no beaver
Heaven's door, oh boy I read ya
Chain you up, chain you up, Kurapika
You not that, oh no you don't mean shit
Not a fan, but yeah you a creeper
Running tracks, oh yeah I'm a cheetah

I ain't been feeling like me, lost in the clouds, yeah I'm too high
Diving in a deep sea, don't know how I'm finna survive
I hate people counting on me, I'm not a crowd pleaser
I been lost up in a dream, I'm just a lost dreamer
That girl I thought she a keeper
Honestly I wouldn't leave her
Every time she pop up, it be a teaser
Cold ice on me just to match my demeanor
Heart on froze, yeah it be up in a freezer
Loving is easy, it ain't forever
Therefore, heartbreak ain't easy
Heart-heart-heartbreak ain't easy
Loving is easy, but heartbreak ain't easy
It ain't forever

I been chasing after bread, I swear I like that pita
Got that heat like a pan, so now they calling me Peter
Oh I got hella dreads, I'm hooded just like the reaper
Slide on that bitch like spread, her cat turned into a weeper
They cold and they hella pressed, I'm colder, my swag meaner
They cold and they hella pressed, I'm colder, my swag meaner

To the end zone, one hand like Odell
Don't get friend zone, plenty girls, get bare
Sometimes I'm cold, but life isn't fair
Telling it real 'cause you cannot tell
'Cause there's no stopping me
Just tell you do well
Need a bitch, just ring a bell
Need a rich, the bank teller gon tell
Might just put you up in Chanel
She do anything just for the purse
Rockstar disease, think I need me a nurse
Lil' ecchi scene in the back of the hearse
Murder the pussy, back of the hearse

Always chasing right after my goal, go getter, go getter
The bad times only telling me to do better, do better
All the pain don't phase me, I am numb, eyes deader, no eye shedder
Pockets real fatter, like an obese but no I'm not no member
Stomp enemies and my bottoms get redder
Loose attitude
All types of fucks, couldn't give a two
Spending my days up in solitude
Might eat off yo' bitch like some finger food
No smoke, no mirrors you can see
No one 'round here is feeling me
Disconnected society
Might just stop my heart from beating

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