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Uh-huh
This is that Technical Difficulties
We run streets, every day, all day
Live in Club Kaufman
Pardon the, uh, Technical Difficulties

Call me Cupid 'cause my birthday be up on V-Day
I don't like talking much 'cause I don't like saying light, like
Like you got a knife to my throat or the wind blowing a tightrope
Or someone repeating what I'm saying, like, I know (I know)
If I was never wrong I would've been right, right?
Wrong, bitch, if I was right, I wouldn't be here with this long face
Plenty of red flags, I'da skipped and throw away
Matter made me better or I'm just stupid, who's to say?
Are there some angels in my area?
If I don't like the function, can I post up on the barrier?
Ass so fat, I put my cup up on the derriere
Fashion shit is shaking, I'll be honest, I am very scared
And if I ever die young (Die young)
Have Larry David do the eulogy (Eulogy)
And film it on one of those little camcorders where you can barely see
And hire someone to throw up all in my jewelry

I feel like ain't nobody around me got my back
I feel like there's some niggas gon' turn on me, ayy, ayy, ayy
I do this shit on my own and that's a fact
Go ahead and go where you belong with me, ayy, ayy
I feel like ain't nobody around me got my back
I feel like there's some niggas gon' turn on me, ayy, ayy, ayy
I do this shit on my own and that's a fact
Go ahead and go where you belong with me, ayy, ayy

Six feet deep, I ain't never gon' die
(Ladies and gentlemen, la-ladies and gentlemen)
Four, eight, eight in the passenger side
(Ladies and gentlemen, la-ladies and gentlemen)
Tying up my shoes, I'm just tryna get by
(Ladies and gentlemen, la-ladies and gentlemen)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I'm just tryna get by
(Ladies and gentlemen, la-ladies and gentlemen)

I feel like ain't nobody around me got my back
I feel like there's some niggas gon' turn on me, ayy, ayy, ayy
I do this shit on my own and that's a fact
Go ahead and go where you belong with me, ayy, ayy
I feel like ain't nobody around me got my back
I feel like there's some niggas gon' turn on me, ayy, ayy, ayy
I do this shit on my own and that's a fact
Go ahead and go where you belong with me, ayy, ayy, ayy

You said I matter
And I know that I
Send to me now, send to me
And I know sometimes
Someone better
Uh, something so better
Pardon the, uh, Technical Difficultie—