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I'm Sammy Jo, and my favorite colors are, um, black and red Let me find my way out of this bitch (uh) Find myself, high in the distance (uh) Find me up, lyin' in this ditch (uh) With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin' (whoo!) If I can't find the time to get my heart out (uh) Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down? (Uh) Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound? (Uh) Ain't no tellin', no tellin', so call the coroner Let me find my way out of this bitch (uh) Find myself, high in the distance (uh) Find me up, lyin' in this ditch (uh) With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin' (whoo!) If I can't find the time to get my heart out (uh) Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down? (Uh) Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound? (Uh) Ain't no tellin', no tellin', so call the coroner Ayy, I'ma just bounce with that In fact, I bought a whole damn house with that Ayy, hand me where the ounces at Tell me where the damn these ounces at Ayy, tell me where the ounces at Tell me where the ounces, ounces at Ayy, tell me where the ounces at Tell me where the ounces, ounces at It's gettin' hot, you best just- (Whoo!) Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down The effects can't touch this (Whoo!) Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down Stepped up, stand down, bitch (Whoo!) Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down Wait, wait, wait I'm alive, I'm alive, the bags in my ride, I, I I ain't ever been the one that's scared of you Baby, you can come and get it I'm alive, I'm alive, the bags in my ride, I, I Baby, when the karma gets you, yeah Maybe you can run away with us In my bag, in the vault, movin' on, move along Ain't my fault, moved too fast, life had skidded to a halt Got back on the road and made it to the start Disregarding the emotional discharge Can't forget the mission put into my heart I ain't playin' games with you to play your part Standin' up with pride behind my battle scars Money walk and money talk, but money no make comfortable Big ass house and big ass car don't add up when you die alone I want wife, nice life highlights with some little clones I want bliss, no strife, rewind Don't slice around my aura with the better lies I want a better life, bend around the corner One deep, eyes shut when they know the place But you don't know me, I don't correlate Straight from manipulation, wouldn't wanna infiltrate my brothers Still wanna get me high, eyes low off that methadone Always throwin' curve, like a reaper scythe Gnawin' on my wood like a termite Enterin' my world like a parasite (parasite, parasite, parasite, parasite) Praise God! Hallelujah! I'm still depressed (damn, damn) At war with my conscience Paranoid, can't find that shit! Whoo, praise God! Hallelujah! I'm still depressed (damn, damn) At war with my conscience Paranoid, I can't- Let me find my way out of this bitch "I'm Sammy Jo, and my favorite colors are, um, black and red..." (damn!) (Uh) with a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin' (Ooh, da-aa, da, da, da, da) If I can't find the time to get my heart out (ugh) Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down? (Ugh) Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound? (Ugh) Ain't no tellin', no tellin', so call the coroner Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots and you Light it up, better dodge the cops And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks I, I miss you lots, I, I miss you lots, I, I Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots (that's all I got for you) And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks, I, I (that's all I got for you) Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots and you (that's all I got for you) Miss you lots, I, I miss you lots, I, I (that's all I got for you) Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots (that's all I got for you) And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks I, I miss you lots, I, I miss you lots I, I miss you lots, I, I miss you lots, I, I (That's all I got for you)