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I run from the liars, the fuel on the fire I know I created myself I know I can't fight the sad days and bad nights But I never asked for your help You got hurt No, we don't belong together So you took the love from my arms Into the arms of yours But I don't need a cure for me I don't need it No, I don't need a cure for me I don't need it No, I don't need a cure for me Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked (Yeah?) Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok (Yeah?) Got her hair done, French braids, now she A$AP Bino so insensitive, she askin', "Why you say that?" I'm chillin' (Yeah), real nigga feelin' Rich kid asshole, paint me as a villain (Ma!) Still spitting that cash flow, DJ Khaled I got a penthouse on both coasts, pH balance (I don't need a cure for me) Real nigga, I rep those Why though? 'Cause I said so (I don't need it) Hip deep in that Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds (No, I don't need a cure for me) I got more tail than that PetCo You faker than some Sweet'N'Low (I don't need it) Yeah, you got some silverware (No, I don't need a cure for me) But really, are you eating though? (Yeah) Are you eating though? Nigga, are you eating though? (I don't need it) Breakfast, lunch, and dinner's for beginners, you ain't even know (No, I don't need a cure for me) Never catching cases, why they faces look so E-M-O? (I don't need it) Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano (No, I don't need a cure for me) My architect know Japanese Your girl, she jockin' these (I don't need it) No hands like soccer teams (No, I don't need a cure for me) And y'all fuck boys like Socrates You niggas ain't coppin' these You niggas ain't lookin' like me (Nah) (I don't need it) Nah, I ain't checkin' I.D. (Nah) But I bounce 'em with no problem (No, I don't need a cure for me) Tell 'em, Problem (Problem!) I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (I don't need it) What? I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (No, I don't need a cure for me) What? I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (I don't need it) What? Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain No, I don't need a cure for me (What?) Peter, the whore's here
Writer(s): Ocarth Plath Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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