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I would rather be alone In the sea alone

Rolling up a jay blazing with Aaliyah on

Tom Brady when I'm locking in I see a zone

But i'm pumped up I had to get my luck up

Looks can be deceiving we some fresh ass fuck ups

Fighting at the carnival some niggas tried to buck us

poppa told me get up off your ass and get your bucks up

Life don't come with cheat codes no left, rights and up ups

But wassup? you steady wasting time what's in your cup bruh

Drowning out your problems but a problems what you dug up

You got a tape to finish but that henny got you done up

Done up? Reminiscing listening to come up

Shawty only called you just to gossip so you hung up

He not that good with dice so now they yelling out your gun up

But he ain't put his gun up

Now another one up

But back to your question though

hmm, I don't wanna

Pretty girls, Pretty problems I ain't finna solve 'em

Imma trap you so you might as well just bring a condom

I don't like you much but love it then your cherry blossom

But you to sneaky for me you could play a possum

You was yelling and screaming way before I responded

Telling me that to dismissive, under regarding

And that you tired of using your tears to water the garden

And all I care about is words and what track is the hardest

Here we go going back and forth again

And I can't even use my brain with out you storming in

Dry conversations where the paragraphs is pouring in

Girls want bad boys the good guy ignored again

Arguments in public with an audience

Talking 'bout imaginary bitches that you saw me with

Now you want me pumping in and out like an accordion

I promise imma block you if you ever try to call again