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DillanPonders
DillanPonders
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dillan King
Dillan King
Songwriter
Losh
Losh
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Ruby Komisar
Ruby Komisar
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Losh
Losh
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Lyrics

Got an eagle eye, walkin' a line that's like a needle wide Need a vine, I'm in a jungle, I need a tree to climb Going blind, hot box the ally, but I can see the sky Getting high with cigarette smokers, but I put weed in mine Church didn't teach us, the preacher was yelling, keep up Young cheetah feeding on zebras like they were peanuts Me and all my people, we building like it's Ikea Gang signs throughout the re-up, I threw like three up Keeping to myself so I'm keeping the peace Facing all my problеms head on, let 'em seep into mе I ain't playing 'round, better watch how you speaking to me I don't play games, baby girl, why you playing with me (goddamn) Yeah, I don't play games with nobody I don't know Push through the pain, they always throwin' low blows Burnin' down towns, put holes into the ozone Ridin' 'round town, whiskey got me on slow-mo Flexing, I'm not doing none of that Texting especially when you vex me Riding through the west end when you check me But I can see through you like an X-ray (Like an X-ray) Went from the worst me to the best me (best me, best me) Was a next man when my ex left me (when my ex left me) Got my shit together, now she wanna text me (now she wanna text me) But I been focused on the funds, cut the cheque, please She's been working a lot, she needs to wind down Been trippin' a lot with every kind now She ain't thinking about no comedown She's on a liquor carousel and it's going 'round She's thinking 'bout the past now 'Bout the future and the present, where she at now I can't really explain this fuckin' feeling She's wondering if anything is really real Yeah, I don't play games with nobody I don't know Push through the pain, they always throwin' low blows Burnin' down towns, put holes into the ozone Ridin' 'round town, whiskey got me on slow-mo Flexing, I'm not doing none of that Texting especially when you vex me Riding through the west end when you check me But I can see through you like an X-ray (Like an X-ray) Went from the worst me to the best me (oh-oh, is it the best me?) Was a next man when my ex left me (when my ex left me) Got my shit together, now she wanna text me (Now she wanna text me, now she wanna text me) But I been focused on the funds, cut the cheque, please Was a next man when my ex left me But I been focused on the funds, cut the cheque
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