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Luhbarry

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And I still love when you say things you know you don't really mean
Looking bad asl in them skinny jeans, that you picked up from Louis V
Or was it Abercrombie
Let me get in your head right quick
Falling stars done slid from Onyx
No Ian seen her before, but I know that we've met before this (Mhm)
And I'm tired of being cordial, but I'm done moving forward
Still reminiscing on the past times
Cause when my eyes closed, I can still still look inside your eyes
Hearing lies told from the past times
Why does every mystery have a bad side
Dead rose pedals on the curbside (Curbside)
Gotta say I'm different baby
One of many said that lately
Don't get hyperventilated
Nigga can't see me, still gotta see it
Hate that Ima demonstration
Wanna kno my stories and how A nigga make it
Talk like ima teacher baby
Call Mr. Carmichael
First, second, third generation
You don't need a doctorate (Mm)
Just give me medication
Dropped outta school, Ian wanna go
Said f*ck a education
Nigga gotta blow, gotta call Ms. Doll, tell her that her Luhbarry made it
(I did it, your baby made it yea)
And I'm tired of the functions
All these hoes steady fuckin
On whoever swiping on the right side
It ain't up for discussion, when I say that it's nothing
Hearing you moan while I'm bussin'
Leaving your thoughts on my covers the other night
And I'm tired of being cordial, but I'm done moving forward
Still reminiscing on the past times
Cause when my eyes closed, I can still still look inside your eyes
Hearing lies told from the past times
Why does every mystery have a bad side
Dead rose pedals on the curbside
Same feelings, it might be the same you too
Stuck all alone, Ion them play games
Did that enough when it's me and you
Times really changing, shit ain't been the same
Who am I to blame, I had been a fool
Don't lead me on prolly did two times, maybe four times, Oops
Check this, Ion even hang with the guys why you stressing
I be locked in my room, bitch I'm mentally healing
Back the f*ck up, why you all in my messages
All alone while I'm still in a transit
Like back in the day, was like everyday
Two different city relations, and niggas got killed there
I was right between Hoover and Finley
Still was going to Anniston, mama told to be safe there
"Be safe safe there" ,"Is Dee there?"
Like f*ck the consequences
Let's hit the road and roam the city
Like f*ck the traffic, push ignition
It's like an three hours, thirty minutes
Hopefully we get there twenty minutes
Before the clock say 7:50
Some time to spare 'fore you say that you hurt inside
(You hurt inside, you mad now)
And I'm tired of being cordial, but I'm done moving forward
Still reminiscing on the past times
Cause when my eyes closed, I can still still look inside your eyes
Hearing lies told from the past times
Why does every mystery have a bad side
Dead rose pedals on the curbside
Dead rose pedals on the curbside, yea

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