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Dropped off the map Got lost by myself Ghosted my camp Sat on my shelf Watching time stand still I collected dust Cooped in my ends just thinking thoughts "If I make a move, how much gain is lost?" Less of a wallflower, more of a weed Less of a man then I know I could be 'Cause mama didn't raise no fuck nigga My mama raised a real one I try to be honest from the jump You know, really trust the fall Fuck I hate the winter, damn I love the fall I try to be honest from the jump You know, really trust the fall Fuck I hate the winter, damn I love the fall Fuck I hate the winter, damn I love the fall We don't hate the winners, we just love the fallen Everybody love the lost ones Everybody love a come up When they see a brother wanna start something Cause everybody want a one up Out on the road wit' a blunt Hit a home run wit a bunt Stumbling into the big league Now I'm on field "what the fuck?" Fresh out a slump, too many women to love All playa, playa, playa, brush ya shoulders off Boy I'm the big shit And I ain't hit practice in ages I might look back at the pages like "Who let me into the function?" Maybe they should've put up a fight Maybe I'd be happy, less hair nappy More fine locs, boy times talks Only time tells, if the vibes fell If the lines dropped, if the line stops Could I leave with one? Could I be with one? Dropped off the map (dropped off the map) Got lost by myself (got lost by myself) Ghosted my camp (ghosted my camp) Sat on my shelf (sat on my shelf) Dropped off the map (dropped off the map) Got lost by myself (got lost by myself) Ghosted my camp (ghosted my camp) Sat on my shelf (sat on my shelf)
Writer(s): Myles Schwartz, Lee Freedman, Terrell Downey, Christopher Weatherstone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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