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Chorus:

Smoke Cigarettes, cancer in the chest, like cardiac arrest
I’ve been feeling stressed tryna find ways to impress her
Showing her that I love, tryna show her an effort
Gotta keep it together

Post Chorus:

I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
She picks my heart off of the floor
I’m addicted ya I need me some more
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
She picks my heart off of the floor
I’m addicted ya I need me some more

First Verse:

This a love letter that I wrote
She keep me up when i’m feeling low
She’s my overdose dose
Being heartbroken is so last year
Having breakdowns and she’s wiping my tears
I’ve been feeling fine ever since she’s been mine
In other words yeah, she changed my life
Open up like a book, let her read me
One call away if she ever needs me
If I ever fall apart I know she gon keep me together
Treat me like a promise baby keep me forever

Pre-Chorus:

I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
Ima meet you back at the chorus
PS, baby girl you’re so gorgeous

Chorus:

Smoke Cigarettes, cancer in the chest, like cardiac arrest
I’ve been feeling stressed tryna find ways to impress her
Showing her that I love, tryna show her an effort
Gotta keep it together

Post Chorus:

I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
She picks my heart off of the floor
I’m addicted ya I need me some more
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
She picks my heart off of the floor
I’m addicted ya I need me some more

Verse 2:

As I find my way to the bottom of this bottle
She’s in my head, please don’t get me started
I could talk about her all day, she’s on my mind always
As I find my way to the bottom of this bottle
She’s in my head, please don’t get me started
Thinking bout her all day, she’s on my mind always

Pre-Chorus

I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
Ima meet you back at the chorus
PS, baby girl you’re so gorgeous

Chorus:

Smoke Cigarettes, cancer in the chest, like cardiac arrest
I’ve been feeling stressed tryna find ways to impress her
Showing her that I love, tryna show her an effort
Gotta keep it together

Post Chorus:

I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
She picks my heart off of the floor
I’m addicted ya I need me some more
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
She picks my heart off of the floor
I’m addicted ya I need me some more

Outro:

I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t…

[Hook]
I’m sippin hard liquor to get my thoughts straight
Road blocked jumping fences when the cops chase
Got cognac in my cup dont know how scotch taste
I told lil shawty dont get it twisted dreadlock babe
Grinding getting money nightfall to morning
We gone knock that boy off while we touring
Barely at the telly, hundred to the doorman
Money on them bitches head I got it storming

[Verse 1]
I look myself in the mirror said “that money won’t change”
Im tryna buy a bigger house so there’d be no more complaining
My money good my lawyer straight gotta throw it out of the ring
You better believe it boy we leaving the same way that we came
If a nigga disrespect me then he might not be breathing
Alot of red flags around me everybody they bleeding
They know I got it out the streets I wrote my name in the city
And everytime I go to sleep im still fighting them demons
Count them backends with my road dog
Like a naked bitch dont make homie expose y’all
When i smoke that weed i get closed off
If I wouldve kept popping molly I would be throwed off

[Hook]
I’m sippin hard liquor to get my thoughts straight
Road blocked jumping fences when the cops chase
Got cognac in my cup dont know how scotch taste
I told lil shawty dont get it twisted dreadlock bhave
Grinding getting money nightfall to morning
We gone knock that boy off while we touring
Barely at the telly, hundred to the doorman
Money on them bitches head I got it storming

[Verse 2]
Hard to realize what I been going through lately
Girl you stayed down through all the controversy
They throwing shade bih they Maybach it come with curtains
So I ain’t worrying bout whay they saying or what they doing dawg
Sacrifice way too much just to lose it all
If Quan name come up you know my whole crew involved
Point guard and I might move the ball
Im way behind the line might shoot em off
Yall niggas lame yall dont know what id do to y’all
Shawty play her part move the raw
Run up on me let that ruger blow
Bad bitches I need like two of those
Im tryna fuck her but she do the most

[Hook]
I’m sippin hard liquor to get my thoughts straight
Road blocked jumping fences when the cops chase
Got cognac in my cup dont know how scotch taste
I told lil shawty dont get it twisted dreadlock babe
Grinding getting money nightfall to morning
We gone knock that boy off while we touring
Barely at the telly, hundred to the doorman
Money on them bitches head I got it storming

Good times are comin’
Hold on to your fight
These days are nothin’
Where there’s darkness there is light
Good times are comin’
I know you heard that before
Remember those nights
You was just gettin by
Well you ain’t gotta do that no more

Oh what a feelin’
You’ve got to feel it, I know
Oh what a feelin’
And not a minute too soon

Don’t make it hard when it’s easy
You don’t need a reason
To have a good time
You’ve gotta have a good time
Don’t make it hard when it’s easy
You don’t need a reason
To have a good time
You’ve gotta have a good time

Good times are comin’
Just one more sleepless night
[?] in the morning, I’m tellin you
We’re all gonna be alright
Good times are comin’
Don’t let ’em take your light
When the sun goes down and the dark comes out
We’ll still be shinin’ bright

Oh what a feelin’
You’ve got to feel it, I know
Oh what a feelin’
And not a minute too soon

Don’t make it hard when it’s easy
You don’t need a reason
To have a good time
You’ve gotta have a good time
Don’t make it hard when it’s easy
You don’t need a reason
To have a good time
You’ve gotta have a good time

I’m ’bout to have me a good time
And you should have you a good time, too
I’m ’bout to have me a good time
And you should have you a good time, too

Don’t take it for granted
Your life, my life, we the ones livin’ it
And we already winnin’
We’re not finished
They go’n wanna ride on my [week?]
Good times, good times, yeah

Don’t make it hard when it’s easy
You don’t need a reason
To have a good time
You’ve gotta have a good time
Don’t make it hard when it’s easy
You don’t need a reason
To have a good time
You’ve gotta have a good time

I’m ’bout to have me a good time
And you should have you a good time, too
I’m ’bout to have me a good time
And you should have you a good time, too

[Verse 1]
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future, even if you fail

[Chorus 1]
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream
I have a dream

[Verse 2]
I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness; still another mile

[Chorus 2]
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream
I have a dream
I’ll cross the stream
I have a dream

[Interlude]

[Verse 3]
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail

[Chorus 2]
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream
I have a dream
I’ll cross the stream
I have a dream

[Intro]
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram

[Chorus]
I’m on the island going ham
I call your bitch and we got plans
Always mad you ain’t got fans
Fuck your gram
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram

[Verse 1]
All these fake fucks always be fake flexing
Flicks [?] who you sexting
Pics of your bands but you know that you rent though
Talking bout foreigns but you know it’s a rental
All these hoes taking pics of cappuccino
Fake thugs tryna look like Al Pacino
All these thots playing [?]
Asking for a follow so their Insta glows

[Chorus]
I’m on the island going ham
I call your bitch and we got plans
Always mad you ain’t got fans
Fuck your gram
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram

[Verse 2]
You ain’t never left the states boy
I’m at [?] sipping grapes boy
So many stamps on my passport
This is the life that you asked for
Enough mirror pics [?]
Fuck your lame house and your dumb clique
I bet when you posted you thought you were the shit
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?

[Chorus]
I’m on the island going ham
I call your bitch and we got plans
Always mad you ain’t got fans
Fuck your gram
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram
Fuck your Instagram

[Outro]
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick-dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?