4 Your Own (feat. Hurricane Wisdom)
Joe Thunda$torm
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I can't help myself I gave all I had I can't help myself Imma keep on watching my back Once again I'm getting too high for my own good I'm homesick, 'bout to go drive to my old hood My old bitch say I'm stuck up, hoe good Left your bum ass in the past for your own good I'm tryna smoke, she tryna f*ck, baby you thinking 'bout the wrong wood She think its hoes in my phone, I told her don't look Paid for them toes and them clothes and them notebooks I was on the phone with her, she thought I was sober But I don't care ' bout it I'l roll this whole zip here right now, get higher than everybody I went from high, straight to the sky, hop on that redeye we do whatever to stay alive and get them dead guys Its enough for everybody here, I'm tryna get mine I'm great, I don't gotta prove that I am They ask why I ain't famous yet I move like I am I'm too lit to care 'bout how I move on the gram I'm cool and I'm handsome, I'm too hot to handle Can't never be you, you broke the rules 'bout a dancer Can't never be too safe, got a tool by the bed She rock with me like Blueface, she two-faced off Dusse, no 2K, she a player And my old bitch want a new slate but I'm way too high to care Imma smoke this here new flavor, I'm too faded, I swear I'm cool baby, they ain't made two, baby, thats why I'm rare (uh-huh) Its too late and I know that you hate that you by yourself (oh, oh, oh) Now you out the frame 'cause you didn't get the picture Called me out my name when I told you that I missed you Charged it to the game, now you mad I'm done with you Bitch, what's up with you Once again I'm getting too high for my own good I'm homesick, 'bout to go drive to my old hood My old bitch say I'm stuck up, hoe good Left your bum ass in the past for your own good I'm tryna smoke, she tryna f*ck, baby you thinking 'bout the wrong wood She think its hoes in my phone, I told her don't look Paid for them toes and them clothes and them notebooks I was on the phone with her, she thought I was sober She thought I was She thought I was sober, bitch, I'm at your door I hope you think shit over, you should just thank your mom She the one who said come over, and I know she know I left these stains on the sofa I'm too G It feel like I'm Bruce Lee in it, I make a movie in it Feel like I need two skis in it She be like ooh he did it Let me know its all me in it Then I'm alright I'll be alright, but I'm all wrong And you turn too nice, too fucking much I cry when I have to, you cry when you want You try when you want to, I take lots of drugs You keep holding out, thats why I can't open up See my bank account, whenever I go broke That shit there make me nauseous, go ghost and I won't post and I won't tell you nothing I'm usually on the road you know I'm always hustling, but I'm never bluffing
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