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a few bad habits that I couldn't let go
Now I'm back this year its a fuckin' field goal
I'ma blow
I was always on some "Homie, you can knock it out

really pussy
I'ma fuck his baby momma
Bitch come gimme that pussy
I just walked in
I'm lookin' for them racks
My dog smellin' like skunk, he got that pack

paper to chase
B**** I’m from texas yeah down from the south
You talking shit you get popped in your mouth
I do this for wealth
You do it for clout
N****

I can feel my heart shatter
Baby do I even matter
You played me now I'm lost
I'm Tryna find myself
It gets hard when you doubt yourself
It's like I'm

21 and legal now
So pass the dusse
Ain't nothin' changed but the address
Flow still Bobby Boucher
I'm married to this rappin' shit
Now who gon catch

will set you free
Set you free
But I'm still wide awake at night
I toss and turn and scream and cry
I hear your voice inside my head
You tell me I should

favor
I’m crashing this shit Al-Qaeda
I does it I does it major
Too real and never a faker
Got a problem I’m sorry I’m on a flight to Jamaica
Excuse me

ain’t smoke nun light
Who the fuck gonna tell me how to live my life
I’m in peace with the highs, I could flow all night
Pray to god ima kick it with

There are flowers 
In my heart 
But you tore it apart 
Now I'm crying 
I'm all alone 
But left you me 
And didn't even call my phone 

What I'm

But when I'm sober I still know that you're my dream girl
I just want an e girl
Step up on the scene girl
Yea she got Balenciaga but she still a mean

Goin in young nigga for the money no fake shit
Tell a hoe nigga get the fuck from the section
Southside H O U where I'm station
Need the guap nigga

Heartbroken, left open 
I'm hopeless, atrocious 
Gun loaded, oh I'll blow it
But first one thing I wanna know is
Who gonna ride
Pedal to the metal I

Heartbroken, left open 
I'm hopeless, atrocious 
Gun loaded, oh I'll blow it
But first one thing I wanna know is
Who gonna ride
Pedal to the metal I

Janvier c'est ma fête, j'm'aventure par ma fenêtre
Pi j'hang all night avec une gangd de gorilles imaginaires
On jasait d'nos problèmes, pi on s’mangeait

Stuck inside of my mind, left alone I'm desperate running around for solutions to control my insipid fate
Beginning to hone my attempts at escape

to God for
I aint got time to talk for it, I'll bite, I'm a dog for it 
I would hit it raw for it, I've been trading my minutes when I aint got the time

could just maybe we could just maybe we could just chill

They really thought I was done with it
But really I'm growin out of my dungarees
And now I'm

stressin
Why you stressin, why you stressin, why you stressin
I'm gonna hit this bong
What the fuck is wrong
I'm stressing over bitches
But afraid of being

it down please please
I'm a pretty bad boy all of this drip that's thirsty G's
Got DRILLO In ends slimsyxx boutta go nuts
And I'm sippin on mud peng

And i'm going above and beyond with this aint no stopping this
So tell the bloody dj i go change am if u cut my mix
The capital is ours toasting

I got sick of sittin waitin started Makin what I want
See I’m SICK I’m not a PATIENT DR Dre gimme a SHOT
I don’t have a comfort zone I be Moving

day, day, day, day)
I just came through with a fit
Same time I'm tryna get fit
The drama, the games, and the lies
My mental was just not equipped 
(Woop,

I hit Mili with no management
And did it off an iPhone
If niggas want me gone
Then I'm leaving on a high note
You don't know the feeling 
I got plays

ghost
Took her to the front door
Rather kiss thru the phone

Kiss thru the phone
Now I'm feeling all alone
It's like no matter what approach I take I'm