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[Verse 1: Clairo]
How are you feeling? How are you doing?
I’m sorry, I just wanted to hear your voice so clear
What are you thinking? Am I amusing?
It’s so strange to talk after all these years
What is the meaning? It’s so confusing
All my old feelings coming back to me
When was the last time that I saw your face?
Know it like the back of my hand, I’d say
And you’re not that dumb anymore
I picked up the books you threw to the floor
Put them back on the shelf
Don’t you see how much I want your help?

[Chorus: Clairo]
And I know we’re not the same as we were
Used to be falling hard, but now it just hurts me so bad
And you know that I can’t hold back
All of these worries that I have had ’bout you

[Bridge: Clairo & Danielle Haim]
And I know that it’s time
To forget how I’m feeling, don’t want to give in
But I know, know that it’s right
To listen to my breathing and start believing myself
And I know that it’s time
To forget how I’m feeling, don’t want to give in
But I know, know that it’s right
To listen to my breathing and start believing myself
Woah, myself, myself

[Chorus: Clairo]
And I know we’re not the same as we were
Used to be falling hard, but now it just hurts me so bad
And you know that I can’t hold back
All of these worries that I have had ’bout you

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[Intro]
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger

[Chorus]
All this clout shit, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don’t even fuck with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I’m the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act

[Verse 1]
Off a lotta pills, kissin’ bitches, ew
Designer junkie, yeah, only top Chanel
Don’t get caught with the scale, bro ‘nem died in the field
We had to split our meals, went half for hotels
Gotta watch your mans, that’s the beauty of the streets
Look at me and my bitch, that shit Beauty and the Beast
Never call my phone about the opps ’cause ain’t no peace
Man this shit for real, found out my homie, he police

[Chorus]
All this clout shit, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don’t even fuck with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I’m the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act

[Verse 2]
Funeral, suit and tie, I’ll shoot for the guys
Takin’ shrooms on me now, car go vroom on them now
I got groupies on me now, I got Gucci on me now
I put blood in Masha Allah, I got kufis with me now
Feel like I’m dyin’, I’m too high, Pluto died in the Chi
Got me ridin’ around, hunnid rounds on him now
Hunnid rounds on him now
Pluto died in the Chi, Pluto…

[Chorus]
All this clout shit, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don’t even fuck with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I’m the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act

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[Intro]
This a Hood Famous production
Go  Grizz
Winners  Circle

[Chorus]
I still got family in the hood, this shit for real
And I swear they on my mind when I’m off them pills
Only  thing on they mind go and kill
Told  my granny I can’t deny, gotta pay her bills
She said I’m the reason for his death, it gave me chills
I  thought my life was supposed to change when I got that deal
So this is how it feel (Yeah), this is how it feel

[Verse 1]
Niggas’ vibes different, you even smile different
I even fall out with the niggas that I know’ll ride with me
I  lost cousins to these streets, it make my high different
I left Ikey around some pounds when the job missing
I put my bitch on JetSmarter, she even fly different
Thirty pair of Amiri jeans, I say my fly different
Even though I’m rich, I’m still not ’round, so all my guys trippin’
I know y’all miss me, I miss y’all too, but I’m out the Chi with it
Whoever thought the bitch we slept around was scamless
If you gon’ cheat on him, don’t cheat on him with the fellas
I’m around millionaires, I’ma change, let them tell it
Everybody around me gang, we rebellious

[Chorus]
I still got family in the hood, this shit for real
And I swear they on my mind when I’m off them pills
Only thing on they mind go and kill
Told my granny I can’t deny, gotta pay her bills
She said I’m the reason for his death, it gave me chills
I thought my life was supposed to change when I got that deal
So this is how it feel (Yeah), this is how it feel

[Verse 2]
A lot of nights I be smiling, but I still be so lonely
DeeDee my roadie, so I’ma know how he feel if he lose his motion
Nowadays, you ask a nigga for a favor, he gon’ think you owe him
Shit built in me since 2012, you play and I’ma show ’em
They’ll bust your brain, you think I’m playin’, you better tuck your chain
Nowadays they goin’ off the murders, they don’t go off names
But let a nigga play with me, his life gon’ go in flame
They say I got some kids out right now that I do not claim
I know I don’t so, lil’ bitch, chill, you steady chasing fame
I’m tryna figure out why you squeal and got a big name
Take my pain, my pain away, away, away, away

[Chorus]
I still got family in the hood, this shit for real
And I swear they on my mind when I’m off them pills
Only thing on they mind go and kill
Told my granny I can’t deny, gotta pay her bills
She said I’m the reason for his death, it gave me chills
I thought my life was supposed to change when I got that deal
So this is how it feel (Yeah), this is how it feel

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[Intro]
DJ Swift on the track
Mook on the beats
Will-A-Fool

[Verse 1]
I heard that shit that you said, it got back to me
And I’m talking to the dead, just talk back to me
I wish Pluto called my phone and he could jock with me
I wish Nuski was in the studio to rock with me
Niggas gotta run they mouth because we run the city
We put drums on them choppers, man, I love them titties
It be crazy ’cause the ones you love in competition
Just kill me, don’t alley-hoop me to the opposition
Just feel me, just pay attention, it ain’t hard to listen
Just listen, you was my homie, why’d you keep your distance?
Prescription, I pop a Perky, now I’m reminiscing
Let’s get it, we all can eat, I’m in a good position

[Interlude]
We just politicking and we talkin’ about different shit
We speakin’ on, on, on thoroughbreds and real niggas
And, and, and the sacrifices they made
The, the, the Gino Colons and the Larry Hoovers, the David Barksdales
The Fidos and Big Durks and the Terry Youngs
You know, the ones that deserve to be acknowledged
And the ones that should be acknowledged for being thorough

[Verse 2]
I came from Kix cereal, ramen noodles, powdered Kool-Aid without the sugar
I remember taking bundles, stealing it without them lookin’
Spend the night at Coli crib just because his mama cookin’
Why you thinkin’ that we pussy? Just believe it’s never crooky
Next week, yeah, yeah, next week
I remember letting niggas hold shit the next week
I’m talking back then, seven deep on backseats
I remember back then, old homies tried to whack me
I know they mad they ain’t stay and we got it
We rich as hell, in five stars eating salad
And I was sleeping on that floor, sharing pallettes
I got in my bag on one song, now it’s a habit, yeah
Why they don’t love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me?

[Outro]
Know what I’m sayin’, this is a Love Songs for the Streets 2 vibe, know what I’m sayin’?
I’m in that mode
Know what I’m sayin’, I wanna talk to the streets some more

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[Intro: bearface]
Hot on the day, like I’m wildin’ for respect
It’s a three-peat, CC, bitch, you in the D-League
Where you from, though?
Can’t come around here, this shit is gated
We made it, happy belated, I see the race, yeah

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
It’s better if I try not to talk about the shit that’s always on my mind
Money on my mind (That’s right), couple hunnids at a time
Try to fuck me blind, duckin’ down, hear me whine (Ooh)
We outside now (That’s right), milk carton in the back
We don’t like to fuck around with the niggas in the back
Pullin’ triggers in the ‘Lac (That’s right)
Made em’ pray, stay bad
Ayy, Dad, Hercules want his fuckin’ waves back, stay strapped (That’s right)
Dancin’ like a bad bitch, love on top my mattress
Hope the good Lord catch this, I ain’t tellin’ backwards
Lies is like a actor, Hollywood is batshit
Mama in the South still, gold all in my mouth still
Rappin’ ’bout dick still, and I lease a house still
Move my nigga out still, need my nephew out here
God gave me a good deal
Miss my little niggas down low like a big wheel
Bitch, I wanna hit still
This shit for my part’ and them, Devil keep on robbin’ them
Expressin’ for myself, like I’m fuckin’ Dennis Rodman (That’s right)

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
Like I’m Dennis Rodman
Diamond dentures for my partna dem (That’s right)
Golden rubbers from my pocket, friend
Ain’t no answer, that’s my partna dem (That’s right)
She so bad, I let her touch my butt (Yeah)
Merlyn, what the fuck?

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
When I line ’em up, you know that I’m shootin’ (That’s right)
If you know I been in sewer, you know what we doin’ (That’s right)
Hit this gas, they break the glass and keep it movin’
Tell you basic bitches, “I know I’m a nuisance”

[Verse 4: Joba]
Sugar, yeah, gimme some
Gimme dome, I’ma smoke some
Y’all ain’t want the smoke, been smokin’
Garden gnome shrooms, y’all, who is y’all?
This what it mean to ball?
Okay, Chateau Marmont, Shangri-La
Valet parking, drive a shit whip
But I ain’t broke, bitch
Rock my own shit, hit my own switch
Watch the clock tick, never ran and hid
Tell it like it is
Dead on the nail, call me hammerhead
Texas ’til I’m dead
BBQ and cornbread, like I’m cornfed
Here we go again, hit ’em one mo’ ‘gain
Screw up from The Woodlands
Number six, been through hell, think I’m heaven-sent
Ask the preacher man, said I need Jesus, like I ain’t know
Guess I found him, I am blessed, man
Breakin’ dividends, let the money stack, see you copycats
I ain’t trippin’, but copy that
It’s a wrap, keep my distance
Where’s Waldo, but we winnin’
Me and my dogs ain’t finished (That’s right)
The real know, what’s a billfold?
You can’t fold, I stay grinnin’
No peekin’

[Bridge]
Go ahead and try harder
You ain’t gotta ask to put up with nobody
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
Get on your damn knees
And pray sometimes with your muhfuckin’ ass
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
Get yo’ muhfuckin’ ass on out there
That’s all you gon’ be, a muhfucker
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves

[Outro: Matt Champion]
S-s-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
Send ’em-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
Send ’em-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
They ain’t knockin’ no more
They ain’t-they ain’t knockin’ no more
S-s-s-s-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
Send ’em-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
Send ’em-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
They-they-they ain’t knockin’ no more
They ain’t-they ain’t knockin’ no more
(That’s right)