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I would rather be alone In the sea alone
Rolling up a jay blazing with Aaliyah on
Tom Brady when I'm locking in I see a zone
But i'm pumped up I had to get my luck up
Looks can be deceiving we some fresh ass fuck ups
Fighting at the carnival some niggas tried to buck us
poppa told me get up off your ass and get your bucks up
Life don't come with cheat codes no left, rights and up ups
But wassup? you steady wasting time what's in your cup bruh
Drowning out your problems but a problems what you dug up
You got a tape to finish but that henny got you done up
Done up? Reminiscing listening to come up
Shawty only called you just to gossip so you hung up
He not that good with dice so now they yelling out your gun up
But he ain't put his gun up
Now another one up
But back to your question though
hmm, I don't wanna

Pretty girls, Pretty problems I ain't finna solve 'em
Imma trap you so you might as well just bring a condom
I don't like you much but love it then your cherry blossom
But you to sneaky for me you could play a possum
You was yelling and screaming way before I responded
Telling me that to dismissive, under regarding
And that you tired of using your tears to water the garden
And all I care about is words and what track is the hardest
Here we go going back and forth again
And I can't even use my brain with out you storming in
Dry conversations where the paragraphs is pouring in
Girls want bad boys the good guy ignored again
Arguments in public with an audience
Talking 'bout imaginary bitches that you saw me with
Now you want me pumping in and out like an accordion
I promise imma block you if you ever try to call again