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(Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm) Ten minutes out I was an hour away (you are now tuned in to 9lives radio) But I'm here right now And you ain't got shit to say I coulda let you down, but I held it down And you ain't got shit to say Now you can't come around, you a fucking clown And you ain't got shit to say Yeah, I just had a lightbulb (yeah) I'm tryna break the cycle (yeah) Yeah, go ahead with that groupie shit Yeah, I'm sure that bitch a nice dude Yeah, Miami bitches love money Yeah, I followed her in high school Can't believe a nigga got money (yeah) We was dropping out of high school You play in my face, I paid for it You not on my dick, you play with it That's on God, bitch, you a fraud I don't need no dream, I'm chasing And fuck it if you choose to lay with him Just text me back, I need to get my shit from you Oh, no Step back, step back like you always do I can't believe I'm not over you You set your tone over touch I shoulda known that this would end a mess 'Cause I didn't read all the terms Didn't sign up and I never seem to fucking learn A lesson 'cause I never listen It feels like math class 'cause I hate division You trying to play me like I'm stupid, stupid Loyalty coming, I ain't clueless, clueless I ain't never fit into a rubric, rubric If you ain't talkin' money, then you're useless, useless I'm in L.A, babe, before the weekend Yeah, I pull up, we leaking, I miss the old friends Pulled up in last night, no regulation I'm glad that it happened though Yeah, I just had a lightbulb (yeah) I'm tryna break the cycle (I'm tryna break the cycle) Yeah, go ahead with that groupie shit Yeah, I'm sure that bitch a nice dude Yeah, Miami bitches love money Yeah, I followed her in high school Can't believe a nigga got money We was dropping out of high school (We was dropping out) (We was dropping out of high school)
Writer(s): Tyler Brooks, Maxwell Jardine, Edgar Sarratt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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