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Uh-huh
This is that Technical Difficulties
We run streets, every day, all day
Live in Club Kaufman
Pardon the, uh, Technical Difficulties

Call me Cupid 'cause my birthday be up on V-Day
I don't like talkin' much 'cause I don't like saying "Like, like"
Like I got a knife to my throat or the wind blowin' a tightrope
Or someone repeatin' what I'm saying, like, I know (I know)
If I was never wrong I would've been right, right?
Wrong, b*t*h, if I was right, I wouldn't be here with this long face
Plenty of red flags, I'da skipped and thrown away
Might have made me better or I'm just stupid, who's to say?
Are there some angels in my area?
If I don't like the function, can I post up on the barrier?
Ass so fat, I put my cup up on the derriere
Fashion sh*t is shakin', I'll be honest, I am very scared
And if I ever die young (Die young)
Have Larry David do the eulogy (Eulogy)
And film it on one of those little camcorders where you can barely see
And hire someone to throw up all of my jewelry

I feel like ain't nobody around me got my back
I feel like there's some n***as gon' turn on me, ayy, ayy, ayy
I do this sh*t on my own and that's a fact
Go ahead and go where you belong on me, ayy, ayy
I feel like ain't nobody around me got my back
I feel like there's some n***as gon' turn on me, ayy, ayy, ayy
I do this sh*t on my own and that's a fact
Go ahead and go where you belong on me, ayy, ayy

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