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[Hook] |
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I know just what I gotta do |
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I just write a song when I think of you |
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So here it goes, promises, I don't believe in those |
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Poetry and Prose |
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And a little champaign, it's how I get through my damn days |
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It's a little tougher without you |
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[Verse 1: Skizzy Mars] |
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Said she found me on the hype machine |
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Not as on as I'd like be, yet |
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But she still wanted a bite of me |
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Girl, future so frightening |
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And it was when you mix love with funds and drugs, it's all blow up |
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Uh, it went down in the club, bad memories |
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Crazy ass bitch, search for remedies |
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You say it's always bitter sweet when I come round' |
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And one thing about the high is you come down |
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Shit might get crazy, but it's fun now |
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It's fun now, tell me is it fun now? |
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I just want to smoke and drink until the sun's out |
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And when it's night, that's when the real you comes out |
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I might have been too strung out to recall, but I feel like I remember it all |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2: Skizzy Mars] |
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I only write this cause I got it bad |
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My emotions, man they not intact |
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It's a wrap, I'm fine with that |
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It's one thing to admit you're wrong and another to accept it |
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Another just to brush it off and hope to just neglect it |
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And if I said some fucked up shit, I probably never meant it |
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We gettin' faded, emotions are flying', how could you hold me to things that I'm saying' |
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You know that I'm anxious, I know I can't chase this |
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If I said I ain't trying, I'd be lying |
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But you can't win them all, it's whatever I'm just trying to do it better next time |
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[Hook] |
