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White lightning on the tip of my tongue
You taste nice to me,
But you complicate me
Told me if I feel like it
I could come to your home
So I go

might get difficult
And I always been with the greatest
OG's never faded
I ain't even gotta name them you'll know them by their traits
Always kept it

crazy
They flyin' crazy, they flyin' crazy, flyin' crazy
They flyin' crazy, they flyin' crazy, flyin' crazy
I like smokin' loud, I like gettin' flea Get

passing by
I'll be home before nine
She was just a friend this was innocent
She kept on pouring the wine

Deadline, look at the time
But now I'm only seeing

I always told the homies
Stay away of what you need
To get something you have to
Not want it
Complicated energy
Good advice until I found myself
In

know
How i feel

I work my fingers to the bone
To make the payments on this crazy home
Get so damn tired that i can't sleep
Trying to make a better life

If I think I like you now wait until next year
Not gonna calm down, I’m gonna face my fear
I like it too much when you talk like that
I can’t get

The secret was me drinking in that bar that night
And a stranger walking up who I let catch my eye
Small talk was easy
Time it just flew by

Only difference between us is yours come with sound
And might even be played by parents in every home
You just a hypocrite
Acting upset when you see

When they beat it
With eyes closed 
Like a casket
High dose  
Wasted years
To FOMO 

Leading a life
That's Oh-So tragic
Fuck 
Where I go
They'll show

Even when I separate fact from fiction 
I can imagine the final chapter 
Eaten out of heart and home by some kind of vulture 
We're all some kind

of her
and the gash in her hand
How am I gonna fix that, she muttered
And it healed

Oh. Well then. If it's that easy
Can I go back home please
Her room

Sometimes I get scared at night
Even when I'm sleeping by your side
Something 'bout a movie that we watched
Now I can't close my eyes

About a girl

Clause
Get to my house, look up, a mistletoe
I'm your drummer boy, but I promise I'm not little (OH)
Parents are gone and no one be sulkin
We home alone

And yeah, I know the planning was a secondary
But you gotta leave it when the house is cold as February
Yelling for attention cuz I gotta get the last word

For what they really are
But if you stay inside your head too much
Oh No
Thoughts get twisted
Now I don't know if this is the right place for me to be
I

and lay me down
Or I'll get off without you
Better off without me now 

By myself wishing that I was stoned
Nobody here ain't what I call a home
Getting my

Cuz when you 
Ban it all I'll get it all
Heroine guns they sell it all
Black market for my blue wreck
Red target and white footsteps 
Started a domino

around town with the boys in the band
but that don’t get to my head
It’s when you stand me up, Make me your clown
and you don’t come home to bed

Chorus
Oh

seen people sellin they bodies
Almighty dollar nigga that's how it go

Used to have respect for yourself, when the fuck that get sold?
Only seen 23

Here are some things that I've been 
thinking a lot about since when
A blue hued figure was in the corner 
overlooking everything

Hunger was our

meet and greet
Same cost, pig's alarms 
Keep sniffing 'til you find your treasure
Don't get caught up with face when your head is down
And you can let me

If love was a book imma read between the lines 
Now i'm in love with the way that ya waist finna wine
Freaky little dime you so bright when you shine

always been a place that I could call my own
Born into a land of light that never felt like home
Wondering how we got here, wondering how we're gonna leave