3:15 in Wilmington
Baby Bry
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You're using a made-up situation Exactly, so I can explain it Yeah, but your made-up situation, it's made up, it doesn't- Daily madness Hudson, what is wrong Hudson, hudson, hudson what is- Bettercallhudson, but nobody on your line Think that your life is peak but I can see the decline Always posing in the mirror but nobody think you fine Thought that Maddie wanted you, but guess you didn't see the sign Tryna write this diss but your name just make me wanna yawn Think your friends are close but sorry bro they really moving on Tryna give a couple pros but all I really got is cons I mean you got no personality you had to copy Sean's Your head spinnin', you on your cycle just like women The two-tone watch up on my wrist it stay glistening Business, I'm standing on it 'cause you know I'm winning My condolences to all your future girlfriends what I'm sending Next up, the guy that thought that Reagan was a baddie You talking shit behind my back like I don't got the addy You know you drive that Crown Vic, wishing that it was a Caddy Crazy Outback doesn't try to grill you like a fucking patty I can say so much worse but I don't want you to cry I just hit the fucking game winner like I'm Kawhi Don't hold grudges, but you still can't look at me in the eye How you make friends with your enemy like this fucking next guy Nigga you a weirdo, and i'll never forget, all those girls you preyed upon, we know you'll never admit They never wanted you, you used them for your own benefit Go hit up your therapist before I make you commit Turn my headphones down a little bit And give me head too I'm sorry Zack I had to do it I didn't want to But imma start a Zack-a-riot Dear Zack, I had to hop on this track I'm out here making stacks with cheddar you can't even touch I know your life is tough, the only nuts you eat are the ones in my sacks You think you poppin' boy but you really just a lame Claim you on the team, they don't even know you're name Think you're so hard, fine i'll admit it, you are, but only around Lane Think your taste is elite, but it's just plain Wanted to be Freedom so bad, but you just a side character It's Aero now, and we're taking off without ya Yo, it's like 3:15 in the morning right now and I'm out here making diss tracks I need to be going to sleep type shit, like Y'all made me have to do this for real, like f*ck man
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Written by: Aaron Lirag, Bryson Williams
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