Dukes of Hazard

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I got 1, 2, 3, 4 O's in the soda
I be in my bag like the gun in my holster
I can't wave the flag, when we win I'll say I told ya
I can't wait to brag when finally rich, like I'm Sosa
You ain't poppin' tags, you ain't poppin' shit
You could spend 2,000 on a fit and still ain't rock the shit
She could give me everything and more, still might block the bitch
They just gave me champagne in Dior, feel my pockets itch
I don't need the tears and the drama you bring
I know that it's spring, but you're fallin
Down a dark road, I just hope you know
You're hidin' all the pain with the drugs you smoke
I ain't one to talk, but I'm far from a role model
Spent too many nights all alone, I drank the whole bottle
That shit ain't a laughter matter
Passes on becomes a pattern
Speeding like the dukes of hazard
Hope it doesn't turn disaster
The aftermath gon' be messy, the consequences, f*ck em'
Take a pill, I hope I feel something that I ain't done with
Mr. put it on, oh, you high, with an assumption
I thought I was doin' life right, was holdin' nothin
Yeah, I bleed, you bleed too
Night is long, sky ain't blue
Plate is full, but it ain't food
The way she did me, it ain't cool
I can't feel my face and it ain't even the weekend
Don't judge me, girl, you know what I've been seekin
I'm movin' on, I'll give it to you, you won't let go
I'm movin' on, if you ain't gettin' the memo
I just need a break, I think you're fuckin' up my mental
I can't give my heart, so I put it on instrumentals
Like a rental, I ain't take you out to trade you in
But I ain't claim to be an angel, girl, you know I sin
Why you holdin' on to somethin' that it could've been
I got 1, 2, 3, 4 O's in the soda
I be in my bag like the gun in my holster
I can't wave the flag, when we win I'll say I told ya
I can't wait to brag when finally rich, like I'm Sosa
You ain't poppin' tags, you ain't poppin' shit
You could spend 2,000 on a fit and still ain't rock the shit
She could give me everything and more, still might block the bitch
They just gave me champagne in Dior, feel my pockets itch
You ain't poppin' tags, you ain't poppin' shit
She could give me everything and more, still might block the bitch

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