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When there's so much in my way, bitch just leave me out, yeah
Bags they make me weigh yeah, ain't no getting out, yeah
This a real trap, yeah please don't make a sound, yeah
Sitting at a concert yeah this shit getting loud, yeah
Oh, this a crime yeah
Need some Vyvanse
Poppin' Vyvanse
Get this shit in my mind just to kill, yeah
Need to numb my own brain with a pill, yeah
Fortune of events, see this shit gettin' real, yeah
21 hours that I even mend
And this shit could for hours, yeah, I ain't yo fan
F*ck all the fakes, yeah, I know you my friend
Missin' the time when we would play right by the sand
Likewise we crazy got this shit all on cam
And there's more to this shit than just fuckin' and just leaving again
Ooh, ooh, ooh, and you know you're mine
Ooh, ooh, ooh, and girl, you fine
Ooh, ooh, and you know you're mine
Yeah, you remind me, yeah You remind me, yeah
You remind me of shit that I used to be, yeah
You remind me of stuff that I wanna be with
And I need to find me someone just to be with
Pourin' up some syrup just to get it off my mind, yeah
Singin' with my boys just to make me some rhymes, yeah
Making up some signs just to remind me of the time, yeah
I ain't been so crazy, yeah, this shit like a crime, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This a real trap, yeah please don't make a sound, yeah
Sitting at a concert yeah this shit getting loud, yeah
Oh, this a crime yeah
Need some Vyvanse
Poppin' Vyvanse
Get this shit in my mind just to kill, yeah
Need to numb my own brain with a pill, yeah
Fortune of events, see this shit gettin' real, yeah
21 hours that I even mend
And this shit could for hours, yeah, I ain't yo fan
F*ck all the fakes, yeah, I know you my friend, yeah
But we not friends, so we f*ck again
And we do it again, and we love again
And I love again, yeah, so I need a fan
Yuh, Need a back band, need a cat friend, need a sad rant
Need the bat, uh, need a bat, yeah, yeah I run it back, uh, yeah I hold the track
And a pistol with some gas, so I make this shit attack
With my bitches on the track
So much goin' on, yeah, I can't feel myself now
How you feelin' so much just to be on my side now
I saw you, and I saw you, man, I saw you

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