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She give me that brain you see on hub, yup
I kicked her out when we was done, 'cause I don't love her
Sipping on liquor, smoking gas, it's got me fucked up
Yeah, the plug ran through that sack, like it was Grubhub
I been worried 'bout my bands, I can't get cuffed up
I don't have too many friends 'cause I don't trust much
Only kick it with these beats and fill this cup up
You ain't talking about no money, shut the fuck up

Wonder how much more I'd make if I was sober
Take that makeup off, it's over
Knew she was fake before I chose her
Something in me made me do it
Probably just 'cause I'm a loner
Just 'cause I been going through it
Think it's obvious we over
To be honest I ain't sad
I been worried 'bout my bag, jet lagged from the past
220 on the dash, speed race, too fast
Baby girl don't get attached, no this won't last
I ain't mean to make you mad, I'm not all that

I, just need hope, I want light
Just to cope, I stay high, think I'm losing my mind
(I, just need hope, I want light
Just to cope I stay high, think I'm losing my mind)

She give me that brain you see on hub, yup
I kicked her out when we was done, 'cause I don't love her
Sipping on liquor, smoking gas, it's got me fucked up
Yeah, the plug ran through that sack, like it was Grubhub
I been worried 'bout my bands, I can't get cuffed up
I don't have too many friends, 'cause I don't trust much
Only kick it with these beats and fill this cup up
You ain't talking about no money, shut the fuck up

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