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I dropped acid by the train tracks, listening to aphex
I bought a brand new tape deck skipping on the playlists
My girlfriend's always worried I'm living in a hurry
I could see the day end my vision's always blurry
Homie got two teardrops
I ain't never seen him cry but I bet he'll ride for em
Lil Homie stole a droptop coop can't see over the wheel but I bet he'll fry something
Five summers four bitches three counting 2 million no ceiling
Hold up (yeah homies run that shit back nigga)
Homie got two teardrops I ain't never seen him cry but I bet he'll ride for em
Lil Homie stole a droptop coop can't see over the wheel
But I bet he'll fry something Five summers four bitches three counting 2 million
Dirty dreads, dirty vans, 200 bands sitting all in my brother bag
All red Testarossa Lick the frog David Bowie my only friend
Blacked out, maxed out chain smoke something like 100 reds
I'm good no great moonwalking on problems I'll never have
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Open my eyes falling apart finding my legs
I'm out the hole nothing I know
Kicking the sun like it's FIFA moonwalk in Ibiza
I'm off the pillow, a dreamer, running up the hill screaming
How many times I tell y'all I ain't tripping on shit
I ain't holding my tongue I ain't faking no funk
That's a heavy ass gun (bow bow bow)
Now your ass laying in the sun
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I bought a brand new tape deck skipping on the playlists
My girlfriend's always worried I'm living in a hurry
I could see the day end my vision's always blurry
Homie got two teardrops
I ain't never seen him cry but I bet he'll ride for em
Lil Homie stole a droptop coop can't see over the wheel but I bet he'll fry something
Five summers four bitches three counting 2 million no ceiling
Hold up (yeah homies run that shit back nigga)
Homie got two teardrops I ain't never seen him cry but I bet he'll ride for em
Lil Homie stole a droptop coop can't see over the wheel
But I bet he'll fry something Five summers four bitches three counting 2 million
Dirty dreads, dirty vans, 200 bands sitting all in my brother bag
All red Testarossa Lick the frog David Bowie my only friend
Blacked out, maxed out chain smoke something like 100 reds
I'm good no great moonwalking on problems I'll never have
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
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Open my eyes falling apart finding my legs
I'm out the hole nothing I know
Kicking the sun like it's FIFA moonwalk in Ibiza
I'm off the pillow, a dreamer, running up the hill screaming
How many times I tell y'all I ain't tripping on shit
I ain't holding my tongue I ain't faking no funk
That's a heavy ass gun (bow bow bow)
Now your ass laying in the sun
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
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Credits
Writer(s): David Sanders, Wyatt Bernard, Austin Corona
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