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It's the love. But it doesn't feel like mine. Mm-hmm. Is it a crime? Too cold, too cold. Few ice cubes in my Solo. Met a bad one at the party, but she Mad 'cause I won't take a photo. Lemon juice for the taste. Fresh squeezed with no chase. Little vodka, little soda water. Now me and honey feelin' great. I don't need a cake 'cause I'm never savin' Hoes. She don't give a fuck either. Probably talkin' with a couple guys. No, baby, never was a keeper. She a dumb shit with them trust issue. Could never get too involved. But broken heart don't want to commit to a Man like me who he met at the bar. Hmm, okay, okay. Hit the blunt to fade away. You know what's inside of my trunk. It's loud, it's like a 808. Fuck they talkin' 'bout? Hid the stash up in My couch. Vacuum-sealed in turkey bags. Some full, some half, some quarter pounds. Switchin' places. Mercedes got that dirty gray. Bugs all on the paint and ashes spillin' out The tray. It's only flexin' 'cause you can't. Tell my mom I'm doin' good. I been sippin' on this drink, doin' the things You wish you could. Blessed, blessed, Blessed. But it doesn't feel like mine. So why even explain the game when these Motherfuckers ain't listenin'? Got caught up in my day-to-day, guess the trap Life started ripplin'. More people started visitin'. And some came with their hand out. Man, find it so damn interesting when some things Never pan out. That shine poppin' from the Switchblade. Money movin' at a good pace. Surfin' like I'm on a big wave. Pushin' them instead they give way. Okay, okay, that's three things I ever talk about. Paper, pussy, and the good smoke. Those the only things I'll never live without. Hmm, okay, okay. Hit the blunt to fade away. You know what's inside of my trunk. It's loud, it's like a 808. Fuck they talkin' 'bout? Hid the stash up in my couch. Vacuum-sealed in turkey bags. Some full, some half, some quarter pounds. Switchin' places. Mercedes got that dirty gray. Bugs all on the paint and ashes spillin' out The tray. It's only flexin' 'cause you can't. Tell my mom I'm doin' good. I been sippin' on this drink, doin' the things You wish you could. Blessed, blessed, Blessed. Is it a crime? Is it a crime? Is it a crime?