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sheedts – system lyrics

bae it’s been a long road coming from my side
feeling like a lost soul without you by my side
it was posed to be me and you forever like a hive
but instead i’m focused on myself and on my grind
used to love the way you felt when we was huggin’ all the time
you was so affectionate just blowing kisses on a dime
i used to take your hand and whisper in your ear and say you mine
used to f+ck from the front and then you tell me go behind
all the pain that’s behind
all the pain that’s inside
i can look you in the eyes and i can your ass a lie
i was there for you whenever you call me i gotta slide
i just wan go back to the old days when i would make you smile
i can’t go back to my old ways i’m livin’ in denial
used to cry me a river now they crying’ me a nile
now they sidin’ me now say they proud of me now
they wasn’t proud of me then
but i prada style if i could i wish for 1 thing
i thinks its probably your smile

i was driving down the boulevard
four pockets full of heart
thinking ’bout my lil baby wondering if we can start
i been getting super high just fillin’ up a weaker heart
first i lost my man then i lost you that’s like a week apart
i thought we was strong together now in feelin’ weak apart
i got pain in my system
i got drugs in my system
i got love in my system
it’s no love in the system
brodie said he tryna catch a body
f+ck it ill assist ’em
i get high as f+ck inside my room sit back and reminisce ’em

if i ain’t got it and he got it
then i got it ’cause he got it
all these n+ggas slimmin’
out they brother outta pocket
how the f+ck you bleed with a n+gga
then you lock ’em
caught the first n+gga dissin’
got the drop and then we dropped ’em
coppin’ switches different color b+ttons
really i got options
we was sellin’ vs 4 a night
morning time profit
really grindin’ sh+t come with my brother
paying outta pocket
never rode the school bus
but bs on the shelf like stockin’
member selling dimes after school
with a bomb in my pocket
baby ask what i’m making
why the f+ck you in my pockets
you can still get what you want but
why you askin’ if i got it

- sheedts lyrics

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