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Morë

de Yeat

De l'album 2093 · 2:45

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You ain't feel this free, not once (yeah) I was tryna lie, you was tryna lie more I don't like havin' the whip Matter of fact, I love music control Playin' with they minds, remote control It's a lot of shit I did, and I still need more Uh, I go back to back, yes, I go CEO I got tired of this shit, I had to let you go You remind me of something that I think I know It remind me of myself when I lose control I can lose control, uh, I'm a CEO You can't lose control, shit, 'cause you don't have self control And everytime you thought you wanted somethin', you needed more And then it come right Back at you, throw you over more Yeah, comin' out the woods at your yellow Ford MakIn' trillion dollar money in this fuckin' Forbes I'm a selfish fuck, yeah, I need more When they see, when you die, let's see who bleed more (Uh) I piss diamonds, I'm a rich fuck (Uh) In the rich climate with a big truck (Ah-ah) No, you can't get in with us, you a stupid fuck And it's all on times when you rock with us Look, they copy all our moves and they can't talk to us (Huh, huh) You can't talk to us You can to a picture, you can talk through us Yeah, I'ma hit it deep, I'ma hit it scuba (Huh, huh) I don't like to sleep (Huh, huh) I can't believe this free (Huh, huh) You always on the screen (Huh, huh) You can look back at your life and tell me one thing

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