Fallin'

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Feels like mother nature's callin'
From space and I just keep on fallin'
Smoke thirty blunts and I'm loving it
My minds absent like the US government government
Smoking fifty blunts and I'm still hitting bruh
Still rippin' bruh get a penny each bitch I fucked
Now I got millions bitches by the billions
My haters look like Caesars civilians
Real shit real talk looking like I be hawk
Smoking herb flying on these weed crops
You're a bigger bitch than all of TMZ
Never be richer bitch all I do is bleed these g's
Blood sweat and tears you going be this beast
Praying to hide my fears don't wanna leave this piece
But now I'm torn and pierced please don't leave this team
But I gotta face it you don't believe in me
Bitches twerking with a devil
She don't love she just wants the next bro
Letting all the sex show like sex sells sex helps
Let go, hello
That's them demons callin'
Baby join all this
Shake ass suck dick comeback and polish
No one cares this isn't fair
Ya just laugh point and stare
Walk your own path but wouldn't try and pair
Pull her hair kick her down for what she wears
So I'm saying f*ck it f*ck em
Light your blunt and puff it puff it
Light your blunt and puff it puff it
Smoking fifty blunts and I'm still hitting bruh
Still rippin' bruh get a penny each bitch I fucked
Now I got millions bitches by the billions
My haters look like Caesars civilians
Real shit real talk looking like I be hawk
Smoking herb flying on these weed crops
Chorus doesn't fit the verse but it fits the hurt
Wanna light up like this purp
Callin' bitches bitch cause this bitch'll dip
Now I'm heart broken blood still drips
Don't gotta be them to be true
Don't need those friends who do shit behind your back
That ain't cool, but you need that shit in school
Spent my life being fake the truth ain't bombs
But I'm blowing up soon
Mirror used to start to boo
Realize no ones harder on you, than you
That's them demons callin'
Homie join all this
Fake chains gun clips you smoking on shit
No one cares
This isn't fair
You just laugh point and stare
Walk your own path but wouldn't try a pair
Beat like snares kick him down for what he wears
So I'm saying f*ck it f*ck em
Light your blunt and puff it puff it
Light your blunt and puff it puff it
Smoking fifty blunts and I'm still hitting bruh
Still rippin' bruh get a penny each bitch I fucked
Now I got millions bitches by the billions
My haters look like Caesars civilians
Real shit real talk looking like I be hawk
Smoking herb flying on these weed crops

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