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When we were coming down they said it was too soon I never had to lie no, no, no, no We were coming down, they left us all alone We're headed nowhere I know you've been around I feel you then and now, how are you? Do you sleep? Are you with me? We used to be unspoken Now everything is broken I'm a good son You're a good son You're a good son, ohh You're a good son Free information, free information Free information, free information Arlanda, hotel to the bar Young girl with an accent with her back bent Ass out to the whole world We can vibe out for tonight Stepping outside for a light No coke, and I just smoke vapor, no papers Slow poke and I don't know about photos Let's go though How old are you? Saying that you never date older dudes That's why I never wanna say no to you The coldest dude to hold a groove with no kids The coldest dude who can't hold his goose I'ma walk out, wanna walk too? What about dude? Fuck 'em I just really wanna feel something It took my like five minutes to figure out Like where the voices memos were on the phone But I figured it out Is it real, 'cause you're online? (Free information, free information) Is it real, 'cause you're online? (Free information, free information) Is it real, 'cause you're online? (Free information, free information) Is it real, 'cause you're online? (Free information, free information) I'm a freaky bitch I am 5 foot 8, 390 And I am a freaky bitch Heathen It's a struggle just to keep breathing Existential asthmatic, puff, puff, pass addict Craftmatic, making moves but they sleeping on me We can kick it like it's FIFA, homie Nevertheless, I got that fresh like it was Crest Grind 'cause I'm stressed TMJ or TMI, it's a lie that you're living I never understood the hate on a nigga's preference When every marriage is a same sex marriage Same sex everyday, monotonous Lost god never pray, forgotten us Lost love, never say just like our parents Too much power ain't enough power Brain splattered like I've fallen off a Watchtower Any anybody can walk into any Denny's And wait until I'm walking in it with a gun that they 3D printed and I finish it Kinison said if you gonna miss heaven Why miss it by two inches? Old money and new bitches (old money and new bitches) Gettin' next level at a hotel Ain't shit that we don't need nigga, oh well
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