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Texty

Yuh, I got to speak my truth Cause I don't have shit to lose Skinny dip in the fountain of youth But I ain't come out of the blue My whole life I've been told bold lies Popping these girls like roll dies I ain't see things with both eyes And I was a wreck, no towlines That's a throw back, it's a new me Scored a couple of wins like 23 Still rocking Timbs and blue jeans But I've been saying shit loosely I'm sick of the same old convos I ain't felt home in my condo In a long time, watch it die slow Make the song cry, on a high note Tip-toeing around the same old topics I was trying to change your optics It's like picking up corn with chopsticks That's why I got to pop shit, yuh I'm on my side, always have been You're claiming my heart is cold like Aspen I'm living my life, the way I've planned it If shit don't feel right, then why not end it? Put this shit all on my head, put this shit all on my tab Just put this shit all on my head, put this shit all on my tab Just put this shit all on my head, put this shit all on my tab Just put this shit all on my head I took these lemons and made lemonade I took the hate and let it marinade I took the pain and made it resonate Then I put it in my serenades, getting hella paid I took these lemons and made lemonade I took the hate and let it marinade I took the pain and made it resonate Then I put it in my serenades, getting hella paid I don't want to shoot the breeze If I got to grind my teeth I'd rather make some Ps And feed my whole family tree Yelling my name from the top of my lungs I used to keep shit on the tip of my tongue Now I'm spilling these beans like sipping on rum I might just kill for a place in the sun Cause my whole life's been scripted Go to casting-calls, self-inflicted So I kept burning bridges, chasing bitches I've been itching to get some recognition Got a picture-perfect sibling That's way enough grounds for friction I just want to keep feeding my addiction Blood, sweat and tears is my elixir And I never laid hands on liquor Cause I'd rather make deals like Victor Putting 8.6 on the Richter So i'm skipping school But they cannot fill my shoes I had to write my rules Cause kings ain't dropping no jewels I'm finally breaking these curses I'm being myself in these verses These bars have been healing like nurses Every time you've made me feel like I'm worthless I'm the embodiment of jumping the gun Failing a ton go back to one Learning to run, Put up a front Cause that's what you want Put this shit all on my head, put this shit all on my tab Just put this shit all on my head, put this shit all on my tab Just put this shit all on my head, put this shit all on my tab Just put this shit all on my head I took these lemons and made lemonade I took the hate and let it marinade I took the pain and made it resonate Then I put it in my serenades, getting hella paid I took these lemons and made lemonade I took the hate and let it marinade I took the pain and made it resonate Then I put it in my serenades, getting hella paid
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