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Another Day
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Lil Uzi Vert
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Yeah, brr, brr Brr, who dat? Lil Uzi Uh, uh, uh And pray I make it to another day Shorty Um These drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friends Lambo' truck on the way, getting sick of my Benz Let the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shame Away, and pray I'll make it to another day These drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friends Lambo' truck, go away, getting sick of my Benz Let the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shame Away, and pray I'll make it to another day Hit the plug up so fast, he on speed dial Withdrawals off the pills, I've been feeling senile Feelin' like I ain't real, find the biggest building And jump off, land on my feet, b*t*h, I'm chillin' Takin' prescriptions, the Perkys make a hell of a difference, yeah, yeah This is my real life, n***a, this sh*t ain't scripted, yeah, yeah Well off that substance, I got substance, b*t*h, I'm gifted, yeah, yeah My tallness made me rich, now my wallet a midget, yeah, yeah Off the drugs, in deep, I ain't even reach my peak Off the drugs, I'm geeked, I ain't even reach my peak Too high, can't speak, uh I ain't even tryna be mean Just leave me lone with my lean, let me be I sip so much codeine, it's in my pee Now I'm having them lean dreams, wake up, pour up, repeat These drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friends Lambo' truck on the way, getting sick of my Benz Let the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shame Away, and pray I'll make it to another day These drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friends Lambo' truck, go away, getting sick of my Benz Let the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shame Away, and pray I'll make it to another day I won't text you (no, ayy) I might next you, yeah (next) And I don't want no more (no) I want less you (bye) I won't press you (no) I won't press you I might bless you Girl, you swear that you on (swear that you on) You know I can flex too Don't gotta impress you (no) I can't fit you in my schedule These girls keep callin' my phone (phone) Somebody gave 'em my number My girl, she bad to the bone (bone) That booty big just like a Hummer You in the kitchen and you whippin' them babies Boy I got offered a bunch (yeah) Murder, C, Murder, C 30K if a n***a really wanna get touched Hey, stay with my pockets on stuff Swear that my pockets gon' bust Boy, I swear this ain't enough Boy, I swear this ain't enough 'Member them girls ain't show love Now they wanna give me hugs A little more under them hugs It's player pimp sh*t in my blood Drivin' my car like a truck (skrrt) Got that lil' semi so tucked My n***as all in the cut You only see me but it's bunch of us (ooh) These drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friends Lambo' truck on the way, getting sick of my Benz Let the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shame Away, and pray I'll make it to another day These drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friends Lambo' truck, go away, getting sick of my Benz Let the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shame Away, and pray I'll make it to another day
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