You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed
Stir up all these feelings inside of her
The days of our adventure
This is the where your adventure stops
Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours
This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter
Maybe its time to leave my home, set out on an adventure
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir
At the top where i'm in, is no place for your adventure.
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