Or that you could ever see me and you in another light
On the weekends you get lonely, so you out for the night,
It was on april seventh, close to eleven at night.
Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light
Cause my thing something vicious
From last night on the tour bus
My sim card's the bomb
Bunk beds with night light on
That sounds more like josef on any given night.
Even my critics are saying a nigga name right
Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch
Bitches cling similar to a star fish on my arm which
I’m tryna be low key
The i fri shit on friday
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