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I must be lost in my regrets I must be down I must be stressed I've got like 13 years of age that I ain't still got off my chest It must be so much more to life if I had diamonds and baguettes I must be stupid, fucking shaded, must be down I must be stressed I must be Cooler than glaciers I'm straight as the lines on my paper I must be, out of my nature, put that on my lord and my savior I must be, ready for more, ready to go, universe spoke (I must be I know) You don't really want no parts in it Only do shit if my heart's in it These days feelings on shortages And I only show love to my pharmacist Darling, I've been shady, feelings fading, I've been lackadaisy So far, so frustrating, I've been snortin' lines like it's the 80s please I must be lost in my regrets I must be down I must be stressed I've got like 13 years of age that I ain't still got off my chest It must be so much more to life if I had diamonds and baguettes I must be stupid, fucking shaded Must be down I must be stressed I must be (And I don't forget bitch ass nigga) (We coming for you) (Bitch ass nigga) Sabotaging me till I'm forced to rip the mask off This lobotomy is just a reflection of the last lost This body is in remembrance of the last lost And this lady is too pretentious of the mascot Look got a 22 I wouldn't call this bitch a catch-22 But here is your body back that I can dig for you Let me live for you, let me crawl inside your body Make a meal of you and tell you how many times I ain't feelin you, bitch I must be lost in my regrets I must be down I must be stressed I've got like 13 years of age that I ain't still got off my chest It must be so much more to life if I had diamonds and baguettes I must be stupid, fucking shaded Must be down I must be stressed I must be lost in my regrets I must be down I must be stressed I've had like 13 years of age that I still ain't got off my chest It must be so much more to life if I had diamonds and baguettes I must be stupid, fucking shaded Must be down I must be stressed I must be yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah nigga I got my champagne, you know, I'm in Vetements right now I'm in Balenciagas bitch, I'm with colors you know And I'm still stressed
Writer(s): Jason Esosa Idehen, Jaylah Hickmon, Iotosh Israel Mykal Geister Poyser, Zachary Webster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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