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[Intro: Dirtbike lb] It's days like this when I, yeah [Verse 1: Dirtbike lb] It's days like this when I think 'bout the past I got pain on my mind, I got questions to ask All these drugs on my soul, man, they tear me apart It's days like this when I think 'bout the past 8000 for drip and that is just minimum My Roley is brown, I call it the cinnamon For this love, I'll be buying you everything I'm on codeine, can't think about anything I sip on this drink, it's my medicine We go straight to Dior and buy many things These drugs go straight to my face Off-White tags dropping on my laces Pussy so sweet, it's amazing Fuck you in the trap, go crazy Leather look cream like pastry Killers still hiding their faces They still got Goddy on basic And I still spend twenty on trainers And I still spill drink when I'm faded And I still think your pussy is amazing I just spent a hundred thou on Ranges They think that it's rented but girl, I paid it No, that ain't cap for sure Bro got the pack from north He got the wap, of course Bro got the wap for sure so he moving paranoid Slime, slatt with my slime 'cause he bring the packs back Taking time with my mind, I'm off the Xanax Coming up [?] lil' slime, she going bye bye He said he got bricks of the shine but nigga, we know that it's rap cap How do you feel? How do you feel when you can buy love? How do you feel? How do you feel when you run out of love? Said that I would hit her, now I'm on pills, taking this muck Girl, I got codeine in my lungs [Chorus: Dirtbike lb] More time, more time, more time, more time, speak about the drugs 'cause I came from a poor life More time, more time, more time, more time, speak about the cup and I show you what a 4 like I can show you more life, show you what Dior like I wanna show life, girl, it's your life, yeah [Verse 2: Young Adz] More time, more time, more time, crack and heroin, sell it by the shoreside More time, more time, more time, she just wanna see what Dior like Frontline, frontline, frontline, frontline, I was there with the fiends Moss Side, Moss Side, Moss Side, Moss Side, where I bought good B She told to the jakes, that's intelligence [?] when I reminisce Baby girl, who you fuck, that's irrelevant Look at my ring and she told me I'm devilish Told me your ex wasn't levelling, I took her out of the country and showed her some better things Now she humming and ahh-ing like she got a speech impediment She be in la for the month and she told me I shouldn't mix Perc with the lean Percocets ready, she look in my face and she said "I think you should go clean" Homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide, they ain't ever making a nigga mummy cry Prescrip-prescrip-prescrip-prescrip, I'm on a ride [Chorus: Dirtbike lb] More time, more time, more time, more time, speak about the drugs 'cause I came from a poor life More time, more time, more time, more time, speak about the cup and I show you what a 4 like I can show you more life, show you what Dior like I wanna show life, girl, it's your life, yeah
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