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Den heter ait Start My day picking up On what I said, that Maybe this is the dawn When I Fumble the truth I think of you, and That I'm all out of glue Because I can't say what you thinking I'm over that You still say I'm the one who's blinking Sure, a couple staccs I'm packing 8-balls but I'm simping What's up with that? This, thing is all I think about This, thing is all I think about This, thing is all I think about And I Look at me, my smile, I've been lonely as fuck I can't even lie, I've been lonely as fuck Talk about a single You never dropped an album pack (scared) Talk about a hit song Wrote fifty articles and one's not a shit one (Keem) Just on my phone in a G-doc All I think about All I And I'm still the lost creative when I lie about shit Added four magical words, yeah, the drinks are on me Zara hoes, Zara Home and Zara who sings Know everything about music except to enjoy it So how am I surprised, when I'm lonely as fuck? I can't even lie, I've been Because I can't say what you thinking I'm over that You still say I'm the one who's blinking Sure, a couple staccs I'm packing 8-balls but I'm simping What's up with that? This, thing is all I think about This, thing is all I think about This, thing is all I think about And I Ni får jubla högre, för jag spelar in setet Så vi kan sampla det