lasting impressions

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Everybody is half-dead
Everybody avoids everybody
All over the place, in most situations, most all the time
I know, I'm one of those everybodies

Ceiling fan, spin the block, yeah
Without my plans, tryna make it to the top, yeah
Ayy, don't be playin', I got yo' hand in the jar
The way you lookin', you ain't never seen a star
Shawty know I'm a player
But she don't even care
You know I had to leave my city, I couldn't make it there
You know I had to come back and get the ones that I left
Every time the room get hella smoky, bae, I'm thinkin' clear
Like, be honest
Who you thinkin' 'bout when you on yo' lonely?
I send messages across from the function
We ain't finished, baby, look where we started
I ain't trippin' 'cause you know I don't love none
Is you crying like you cuttin' a onion?
Shooter slide if I give him some munyun
I ain't gon' front nothin'
Ride with a nunchuck
But really, like, fuck love
She do not want none
I'm callin' for ya like I know your name
Bags full of old bags, girl, I know your game
You walk and you talk bad, girl, you got a lane
I can't be your Superman but you Lois Lane
And we vibin' to the music
Love the way I do it
In my eye
They hatin', I call checkmate
Six zeros what that check say
And spent that shit the next day
Girl, you know I woulda came back for ya
Spend racks on ya
You ain't ask for it
Fix me up, I hit the strip club with mad money
I know where you at like it's a AirTag on ya
Bitches always fuck up when you 'bout to brag on 'em
All these niggas internet, I had to lag on 'em
I can call it finished, I been actin' fast on 'em
Bitches at the cabaret treat me like Bad Bunny
Why you mad, sonny?
Shit is mad funny
Knowin' what these bitches do, you can't be sad, homie
Pull up in the SLS, I came with crash dummies
Know they got the sheisty on, boy, they'll crash for me
Give a fuck 'bout who I pass, shit, they in the way
I'm lovin' you with all this passion, can't call it fake
And when I leave, I come back, shit, let's call it fate
And if my life gettin' too quick, I can even stay
I mean now

But I still woulda came back through for you
But I still woulda seen you live like the news
But I still woulda
But I still woulda had yo' legs split in two
But I still woulda had my hand on her, too
But I still woulda had them nights in yo' room
But I still woulda had them nights in yo' room
But I still woulda had them nights in yo' room
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