You’re on neon lights in my bank
I got the mic up in my hand,
With such an ugly picture in it and
With a bush light can and a dad in my hand/
Hand to hand in the cold
The truth shall be told
Come take my hand (come take my hand)
Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped
Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne
Every fucked up thought that pops in my brain
Trying hard to speak and
So rest in peace in my hand
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill
Something just clicks in my brain
You just tryin' to run game
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