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know?
Now you know
Couple tears are flooding my eyes
So what can i do now that i miss you so
Don't you know?
I don't know
Two hearts are breaking apart

Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
to seize everything you ever wanted 

One moment
would you capture it or just let it slip? 

His palms are

Come on now stop to justify babe
The choice you made
Sacrifice you take is tearing up our lives
The stones you kick miss by a mile
Tryna fight all
Oh

(Yeah, if you go a couple two three miles down Scott Street there, you can't miss it....Okay, pal.)

I go to the bar
To forget the past
But I live

Live by the rules of funk or die, but I don't fuck with dude
We bomfortable
Corner store loitering, eatin' Lunchables
This million probably changed me

Purple lights in my room
Bitch I know that you are now listening (I know you do)
Pop a xan 'cause I love the taste of it
Yeah you're gone but baby

a sign
Baby gimme a sign 
Give me a sign

I'm holding back from you
Prove to me you want  me too 
Don't want to regret by keeping it cordial 
See, I don't

'cause
Them three bullets out
I got four bitches with me, baby girl
I'll never love you
The five times I said I was in
Love was just to fuck you
I know

Yea Im being guided by the stars, but none of them gonna rule me
Surounded by my flowers where noone is trynna screw me
Not a rapper
Just a poet

so far
You sure you're alright
You sure you're okay

Coz I don't know
Where to go
Or how to say i miss you so
And lately ive
Been feeling low
So tell

could bite on
That nigga
Who think
He wanna come see me
But back to you baby
Come please me
We at the top floor
Ballin
I know you see
All polo down
Just

’m Feeling extra loose, so let me make my rounds
Enjoy your gin a tonic, You’ll barely miss me
We’re headed towards a burnout, you know I’m always down

sipper
I'd advise you not to shoot without a mixer
Don't miss a
Thing tryna taste bitter
It's more room in a suite please try a visit
Now turn around oouh

Inhale, exhale
Baby girl, life with you is like a fairytale
Everlasting with the detail
Just for you my love, yeah, my one and only female

Maybe we

Fall into my arms tonight
I want you right by my side
At night
Holding tight
Holding tight
Make things right
You and I

Running around
You were

by bitches like you
I bust Blue in the head that's why he talks like *Baboo-Boo*
Went up to the wack show headquarters, PBS
And there was Barney

on the daily
I got a wifey
And a baby
And on top of all that I'm going crazy
Cause when my potna came around you let that nigga hit it too
And then you went

by the liter
Yeah bitch wanna check my
Bet she wanna check how I get fly
Peep this shit like a bird, mean eye
Baby, ain’t no worries, we high
Gon'

with the Tec
He didn't miss fouls
You say you ain't with us
See the same niggas get down
Aye get down pussy
No NBA but I can put thirty
Like I'm Steph
I

on it
I'm just being honest
Nigga I just moved ahead
Watch my step you might do it next
Baby want to fuck me I don't want the sex
I would rather fuck

Paw Patrol on my TV (turn it off)
I just wanna watch Gossip Girl, can you leave me alone? (Leave me alone)
I wanna stare at my phone and watch Tik

we made love

Everyone wonders about us but who cares baby
Our little game is all that matters
You often ask me what I miss most
Your touch which

this beat, baby)
You can't miss, I send you on that hit, might die, you fuck it up
Perp hole got like tee trimmers, real street nigga, my money up

fuck rats, you had your lick 
Now run back, back to your clique
I copped that, you and your miss

All of my bitches they all got a man
All of my homies