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Two-a-days keep me straight

I pray you'll come running back to me

Stay that way, never change

I know I'll end up back in your arms

Sticking to the mission, bounce up out my business

Slidin' past my old friends, surprised they ain't miss me

If you 'bout these bitches, if he on these ****

New friends every month, my life looking like Springer

Dancing with Selena, whole lotta truth around, whole lotta heaters

Too many pretenders walkin' 'round out here

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Two-a-days keep me straight

I pray you'll come running back to me

Stay that way, never change

I know I'll end up back in your arms

Two-a-days keep me straight

I pray you'll come running back to me

Stay that way, never change

I know I'll end up back in your arms

Two bitches on me

For three days, it's OD

Four wheels, gold rims

Five bands for the whole fam

Six weeks outta town

Seven ways it can go down

Eight thots, nine thoughts

Going in my head, ten toes down

Hand in her purse, get paid like the first

84's scraping curbs, what I drive is absurd

See my cup got me slurred, keep that fire on me

You know them young **** purge

Ten on this block, with this chop, make it burn

Know I'm straight up out the Christ but my bitch from the burbs

S.P.I.D., all these fiends I done served

Bae, I sip lean, fuck you mean I just slurred?

Mane

Would you run away if I go?

Tell me something that I don't know

Would you run away if I—

Would you run away if I—

Why you blushing?

You blushing

I look good too, right?