wyd
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wyd
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I fall through the fire, reach for the water
And my ground is breaking, my mistake that
I let them inside, control my mind
But my heart won’t let go of thinking they know better than me
All these little bitches telling me what to do
They really getting me hot
I got a bone to pick
Yeah, uh, ain’t got a bone to lick
They want escargot, good blow, and cordon bleu
I find that hustle little tough, little hard to chew
Yeah, I got a bone to pick
Yeah, they really getting me hot
Just like ooh, like fire
Wine and dining with plastic faces
Ooh, I want water
Swimmin’ round in the revelation
Ooh, I want fire
Getting down with the fever dream like
Ooh, I want water, I want water
No I don’t wanna think about that
Just want a cigarette
Bite down in french baguette, eat cheese, pray and just forget
And fly away from all the pain, confusing love for fame
Don’t wanna hear my name to feel better
All these little bitches telling me what to do
They really getting me hot
I got a bone to pick
Yeah, uh, ain’t got a bone to lick
They want escargot, good blow, and cordon bleu
I find that hustle little tough, little hard to chew
Yeah, I got a bone to pick
Yeah, they really getting me hot
Just like ooh, like fire
Wine and dining with plastic faces
Ooh, I want water
Swimmin’ round in the revelation
Ooh, I want fire
Getting down with the fever dream like
Ooh, I want water, I want water
I don’t want your money, I’mma sip my tea
Yeah, looking just like me
I don’t need your money to secure my chain
Yeah, I’mma win the game
I don’t need your funny boy, I'm a wit killer
Yeah, knee slap go getter
And I don’t need your validation
‘Cause I got ding and medication
I don’t want your money, I’mma sip my tea
Yeah, looking just like me
I don’t need your money to secure my chain
Yeah, I’mma win the game
I don’t need your funny boy, I'm a wit killer
Yeah, knee slap go getter
And I don’t need your validation
‘Cause I got ding and medication
I don’t need your validation
‘Cause I got me and medication
I don’t need your validation
‘Cause I got me and medication
I don’t need your validation
‘Cause I got me and medication
I don’t need your validation
‘Cause I got me and medication
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