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Correct Missing My Idols Lyrics
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Trippie Redd
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Correct Missing My Idols
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[Verse 1] Take a vivid picture, no photo Implement that shit into your mind, just so you know though Sucka free living, I'ma say that that's the motto So for any nigga on that sucka shit, I'm no hoe bro Might just have to drop a bomb, Han Solo Got me bicken back being bool, Quasimoto All about my paper gotta get my fucking dough hoe Always on the fucking go-go, you a bitch like Tony Romo Niggas came around now they extinct like Dodo's Meanwhile I'm in New York fucking up SoHo Just bagged a new chick, Caroline, nickname Coco Took her to the tele now lil' baby going loco She just give me face, ain't no fucking that's a no-no And she going 30 early dirty no soap though I laugh at the haters, everything they say a joke though And I'm screaming fuck 12, all these fowl ass po-po [Chorus] Nowadays I really miss my fucking idols, so that's the title I grab a bible, pray for my rivals Dead on arrival, I swear this shit to me like a cycle Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm And spit flames while also making it rain storm [Verse 2] See I can't ignore it And you niggas don't see it's in your brain you're snoring And you sleep on me until you can't no more And don't fake on me and try to play the boy I don't know why I feel like nobody loves me Or why they feel like my intention's something ugly Or why I feel like everyone needs something from me Or why I feel like everyone just saying fuck me Or why I feel like the opposition gon' buss me If I gave you my heart would you still love me Lately baby I feel like nobody trust me Is it just me, yeah [Chorus] Nowadays I really miss my fucking idols, so that's the title I grab a bible, pray for my rivals Dead on arrival, I swear this shit to me like a cycle Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm And spit flames while also making it rain storm
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