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Ridin' in the car with it
Lyin' under stars with it
Stop then I part with it
I ain't gonna start with it
Lightin' up cigars with it
Smoking and livin' large with it
Do it 'fore you're gone bitch
Dead in designer clothes bitch

[Verse 1]
Ash on the floor, I'm cashed, so you know
Don't expect me to move, no, don't expect me to choose
Dopin' on the road, I'm coping with the thoughts
You know that all my blinds closed, you know I never leave home
Did you ever think that maybe, I would ever make that crazy
No one ever knew me, honest, now they all on me, stop it
Sittin ??, you're a scumbag, never thought about college
No I'm not clean bitch no I'm not nice
Just 'cuz you making music too don't mean we alright

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