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Baby, I just wanna know if you can't go home Yeah, your parents hate me 'cause I'm smoking too much 'dro Yeah, you know I love my tree, you ask me to blow some O's I get high and lose my mind, paranoid, closing doors When I'm with the bros, we sip fours, yeah Goin' loco, I know I'm too old to go dumb Pass out at three, wake up when it's ten Go out to eat, bitch, I do it again Bitch, I love college, I ain't even go, what's the fucking problem? I be in your city where them frat bitches steady toppin' Buy up in the store to steal some swag, but he couldn't cop it I don't run track, but ho, I'm on my way to Foamposites Online game, you can't pause it So much drip that my bitch thought my room's a closet Thought that was a diss, I got pissed, I got nauseous Sprayed pack, accidentally bought it I got out the trap way too quick when the feds were on it Ayy, ayy, when the feds were on it I ain't bein' honest Yeah, yeah I got a bad bitch in my phone right now I got a bad bitch in my phone right now I got a bad bitch in my phone right now I got a bad bitch in my phone right— I just talked to a fiend at the corner store Ain't had a dream since I was fifteen, I been too stoned And I know I get too mean when I'm in the zone You a dog, you a bitch, you just need a bone And I'm feelin' too damn old, yeah Mama askin' me, "Please come home, son" But I'm with lil' Fitted fucked up, postin' off the Samsung I be on the TOR browser, buyin' drugs for fun Baby, I just wanna know if you can't go home Yeah, your parents hate me 'cause I'm smoking too much 'dro Yeah, you know I love my tree, you ask me to blow some O's I get high and lose my mind, paranoid, closing doors When I'm with the bros, we sip fours, yeah Goin' loco, I know I'm too old to go dumb Pass out at three, wake up when it's ten Go out to eat, bitch, I do it again Bitch, I love college, I ain't even go, what's the fucking problem? I be in your city where them frat bitches steady toppin' Buy up in the store to steal some swag, but he couldn't cop it I don't run track, but ho, I'm on my way to Foamposites Online game, you can't pause it So much drip that my bitch thought my room's a closet Thought that was a diss, I got pissed, I got nauseous Sprayed pack, accidentally bought it I got out the trap way too quick when the feds were on it
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