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Too lit, I'm faded
Tried to love but I guess it's outdated
Too real, can't fake it
Took my heart and I threw it in a playlist
She a book I be flipping through the pages
Imma crook they gon lock me up for ages
Dirty money shit ton of blue faces
On the road 6, 7 suitcases
I was outside she was tryna lock me out
Chillin in the paint she was tryna box me out
I was in a daze she was tryna knock me out
Too many memories this feelin like a haunted house
Gotta watch my back lately niggas actin fake crazy
I'm on the road cuz I gotta get the cake daily
They tell me patience is a virtue well I hate waitin
I'm livin like I'm on a endless vacation
Cuz she know imma grind it out
Where we at? I don't feel like findin out
Reminiscing trappin bags out my momma house
I was hopin one day I could buy my mom a house
They be actin like they real but I see you mouse
Like a burger he was tellin so he In N Out
Feds question you I know I'm never gettin out
I been stressing all day so I'm smokin loud
Too lit, I'm faded
Tried to love but I guess it's outdated
Too real, can't fake it
Took my heart and I threw it in a playlist
She a book I be flipping through the pages
Imma crook they gon lock me up for ages
Dirty money shit ton of blue faces
On the road 6, 7 suitcases
Tried to love but I guess it's outdated
Too real, can't fake it
Took my heart and I threw it in a playlist
She a book I be flipping through the pages
Imma crook they gon lock me up for ages
Dirty money shit ton of blue faces
On the road 6, 7 suitcases
I was outside she was tryna lock me out
Chillin in the paint she was tryna box me out
I was in a daze she was tryna knock me out
Too many memories this feelin like a haunted house
Gotta watch my back lately niggas actin fake crazy
I'm on the road cuz I gotta get the cake daily
They tell me patience is a virtue well I hate waitin
I'm livin like I'm on a endless vacation
Cuz she know imma grind it out
Where we at? I don't feel like findin out
Reminiscing trappin bags out my momma house
I was hopin one day I could buy my mom a house
They be actin like they real but I see you mouse
Like a burger he was tellin so he In N Out
Feds question you I know I'm never gettin out
I been stressing all day so I'm smokin loud
Too lit, I'm faded
Tried to love but I guess it's outdated
Too real, can't fake it
Took my heart and I threw it in a playlist
She a book I be flipping through the pages
Imma crook they gon lock me up for ages
Dirty money shit ton of blue faces
On the road 6, 7 suitcases
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Writer(s): Tehya Wallace
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