| Mm, mm, mm |
| Don't worry, it's your soul tryna hurt me |
| Don't worry, it's your soul tryna |
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| I'm still a post-modern, pre-drinkin', post-speakin', pre-thinkin' |
| Run up on a nigga with that flashlight on 'em with the bag, right |
| And if he tell you he my homie, it's a past life |
| I'm still a post-modern, pre-drinkin', post-speakin', pre-thinkin' |
| Run up on a nigga with that flashlight on 'em with the bag, right |
| And if he tell you he my homie, it's a past life, I'm still a |
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| I don't do the pop ups, yeah |
| Hit me every time a nigga locked up, yeah |
| Full pics cropped from the watcher now |
| Don't need a rebound, nigga, every time a shot come down |
| It's not my senior, they got me lean, yeah |
| And my Rapunzel don't got bundles, she got shrink, yeah |
| Extended clips inside that car, don't 'cause no scene, yeah |
| Love me like the block, down to give it to the team, yeah |
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| It don't work for me, work for me |
| Late-night calls don't work for me |
| Fuck it, what you feel like work to me? |
| And all them bitches that you work with worship me |
| It don't work for me, though, workin' on a leash |
| Used to lay up, now she workin' on her threes |
| We don't wake up from the surface on the streets |
| Right now, still workin' on me, yeah |
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| I'm still a post-modern, pre-drinkin', post-speakin', pre-thinkin' |
| Run up on a nigga with that flashlight on 'em with the bag, right |
| And if he tell you he my homie, it's a past life |
| I'm still a post-modern, pre-drinkin', post-speakin', pre-thinkin' |
| Run up on a nigga with that flashlight on 'em with the bag, right |
| And if he tell you he my homie, it's a past life, I'm still a |
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| Ay, bitch, I'm everything I said I am |
| No, bitch, I'm everything you read I am |
| I put my thing down |
| I went from cacklin' with bitches, laughin' |
| To pillow-talkin' on a dirty mattress, it's not the same now |
| I saved a seat, you'd rather to get to makin' |
| Ain't even speakin' to my brother 'cause that shit related |
| There's people holdin' grudges with me for some shit that they did |
| Bro, right, I mean at least you niggas get to fakin' |
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| It don't work for me, though, work for me, yeah |
| Late-night calls don't work for me, uh |
| Fuck it, what you feel like work to me? |
| And all them bitches that you work with worship me |
| It don't work for me, though, workin' on a leash |
| Used to lay up, now she workin' on her threes |
| I don't wake up from the surface on the streets |
| Right now, I'm still workin' on me, yeah |
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| Workin' on me |
| Ah, oh, no |
| Oh, oh |
| (Oh, ah) |
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| I miss that rouger love |
| That keep your distance but come over love |
| That breakup text and makeup when you wanna close your love |
| That warm heart and cold shoulder love |
| That found a parkin' spot, but still in the car 'til this song over love, yeah |
| They led me through my mistakes if I'm still growin' up, huh |
| I still be thinkin' how they treated me before the love |
| When me and pop was savin' all our quarters in a warded jug |
| Then 2010, I caught you on that morning bus, now I'm in West |
| Behind the decade that I lost tryna be seen love |
| I don't miss you, I miss what I thought this could've been 'cause I been |
| holdin' on to teen love |
| You may come in clean, I know I'm not the guy that you dreamed up, |
| but just the in-between love, it's tired |
| Play Billie Eilish, that's when I decided that this song that happier than ever |
| when you not invited |
| I need twice as much as therapy |
| Everything you said to me |
| Ghost because you dead to right, ghost because you dead to me |
| It's post-modern, most thinkin', least talkin' |
| Post-fleeces, pre-shrunken, my peace offerin' |
| Five bodies fuckin' like there's hardened de-forced |
| Baby, you don't wanna know what's in my mind, just keep talkin' |
| I'll let you blame it on the drugs when you switchin' hormones |
| Yeah, this shit that we been goin' through, no, this ain't normal |
| I'm performin' for your girls, gotta keep it formal |
| But you been way above that wall, we got different morals |
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| Don't hurt yourself tryna hurt me, don't hurt yourself tryna hurt me |
| Don't hurt yourself tryna hurt me, don't hurt yourself tryna hurt me |
| Don't hurt yourself tryna hurt me, don't hurt yourself tryna hurt me |
| Don't hurt yourself tryna hurt me, don't hurt your |
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