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I just had to fall in love, baby you was not enough
I guess I never had enough, steady trying to touch my luck
Steady pouring out my heart, and I sitting in this cup that you fill
You was a homie, I wanted to love you but I didn’t hate you
I don’t think the speakers, only 18 when I first got my cake up
I thought about saving these bitches before my own damn savings
Now I gotta keep at least one 38 bezel on my wrist
2, 38’s on my hip
3, I know this ain’t imported
But if I pop this trunk, its like 2 23’s like James and Jordan
I just need a ventilation [?] location
Took the same pill I took now we can’t build our faces
Numb to the pain can’t feel my face, but it’s okay I feel you
Say you’re ready
[?]
And I wanna see how far down you really gon really make it
And I cannot be making promises my mind be changing
I wanna knock up on your walls and see like I’m your neighbour They throwin shots ain’t got no feelings, never even raised us
It’s a foreign car even if it’s raining
Hoodie by Rudolph white shoes
My Hoodie by Rudolph white shoes
I step by and I’m losin my cool
How can I be coopin [?]
I told my goons to come through
They don’t do what they do
They don’t shoot at no damn sky
Tequila on 40 deuces on 40 deuces in New York
Kept it real with people that was being fake with me
These vv’s hitting like a glass of Lemonade baby
I be that nigga with the juice you say
Maybe you’re wrong, maybe I need your help
Cause I feel out of touch with real life
You could buy everything except love
If you walk in my shoes and know what that shit feel like
And then I wake up sober (huh)
I just had to fall in love, baby you was not enough
I guess I never had enough, steady trying to touch my luck
Steady pouring out my heart, and I sitting in this cup that you fill
You was a homie, I wanted to love you but I didn’t hate you
I don’t think the speakers, only 18 when I first got my cake up
I thought about saving these bitches before my own damn savings
Now I gotta keep at least one 38 bezel on my wrist
2, 38’s on my hip
3, I know this ain’t imported
But if I pop this trunk, its like 2 23’s like James and Jordan
I just need a ventilation [?] location
Took the same pill I took now we can’t build our faces
Numb to the pain can’t feel my face, but it’s okay I feel you
Say you’re ready
[?]
And I wanna see how far down you really gon really make it
And I cannot be making promises my mind be changing
I wanna knock up on your walls and see like I’m your neighbour They throwin shots ain’t got no feelings, never even raised us
It’s a foreign car even if it’s raining
Hoodie by Rudolph white shoes
My Hoodie by Rudolph white shoes
I step by and I’m losin my cool
How can I be coopin [?]
I told my goons to come through
They don’t do what they do
They don’t shoot at no damn sky
Tequila on 40 deuces on 40 deuces in New York
Kept it real with people that was being fake with me
These vv’s hitting like a glass of Lemonade baby
I be that nigga with the juice you say
Maybe you’re wrong, maybe I need your help
Cause I feel out of touch with real life
You could buy everything except love
If you walk in my shoes and know what that shit feel like
And then I wake up sober (huh)
