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things are different
trapped up in my feelings, ay
big decisions
caught up in the millions, ay
with the women
found themselves at my place
but they be tripping
and now i’m just trying to get away

i’ve lost control but now i found myself
i see the brighter side, and b+tch i don’t need help
gamblin, but winning with the cards i’m dealt
i’m walking out, new money in my belt

things are different!
headed to the bank, i cannot run, i’m laughing to myself
bad biddie in my room giving hotel service, she give me that help
pull out of the rеd light, blink and i’m gone, no time to say “farewеll”
things are different than before, can’t ignore
i’m whipping the foreign
back to the future, time paradox, leave tire marks like a delorean
in the front seat, that’s yasmin, “where she from?” i+don’t+know, she foreign
in the back seat, 3 more broads, “what’s their names?” i+don’t+know i forgot them
my wallet keeps me grounded, fresh to death, try me, don’t doubt it

cause things are different than before
i’ve cut out all of the wh0res
chains released so imma soar
west coast living near the shore
my life will become some lore
like the vikings with their oars
she sees me just in my drawers
now her’s dropping to the floor
things are different
trapped up in my feelings, ay
with the women
found themselves at my place

but they be tripping
just tryna get away
tryna get to sp+ce
tryna get to my place

i know that i’m on a roll
tour bus living, not a dream, it’s a goal
my heart breaks at the sight of gold
reality’s different, it’s out of my control

i’ve lost control but now i found myself
i see the brighter side, and b+tch i don’t need help
gamblin, but winning with the cards i’m dealt
i’m walking out, new money in my belt

things are different!
headed to the bank, i cannot run, i’m laughing to myself
bad biddie in my room giving hotel service, she give me that help
pull out of the red light, blink and i’m gone, no time to say “farewell”
things are different than before, can’t ignore
i’m whipping the foreign
back to the future, time paradox, leave tire marks like a delorean
in the front seat, that’s yasmin, “where she from?” i don’t know, she foreign
in the back seat, 3 more broads, “what’s their names?” i don’t know i forgot them
my wallet keeps me grounded, fresh to death, try me, don’t doubt it
cause things are different than before
i’ve cut out all of the wh0res
chains released so imma soar
west coast living near the shore
my life will become some lore
like the vikings with their oars
she sees me just in my drawers
now her’s dropping to the floor
to the floor
to the floor
to the floor



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