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(Intro) So… so where are you? You’re in some hotel room You just… you just wake up and you’re in a hotel room I mean you know who you are And you kinda know all about yoself but… Just for the day to day stuff… notes are really uh… useful (Hook) New beginnings, startin over Celebratin, still hardly sober Memory gone, so forgetful I can’t remember nothing, I need a pad and pencil (Verse) Look what I’m getting into Rockin like gravel, bitches My spirit slowly liftin, no different from castle bridges I’m blackin out like charcoal, they lookin for me – Marco Don’t know too many kings I paint the city, she tell me how much she love my art show We off that killa purple, Sophia and habo Fuck it, I’m in it, watch me, that’s what they usually do Kickin these niggas out like… And they be on the corner hustling Probably see a crook or two Letras de cancionesBitches got a appetite for lots of plots, hookahs too Pregnant women hustle nigga, see that mean I’m pushin through They not awesome, they just talkin Huh, I got some shit I’m dealin with, hopefully time fix Either they fuck wit you or dog you out, blind sticks Went up a lot of steps, work ethic is rocky My eyes tight like fried rice dipped in wasabi Without the money it’s a hobby So broke I couldn’t even pay respect, they wouldn’t let me in, I’m Bobby Up in rally, now I’m poppin up in hella folk discussions But I don’t think they understand, I mean You can’t pull a nigga into remembering The more pressure you’re under – the harder it gets (Hook) New beginnings, startin over Celebratin, still hardly sober Memory gone, so forgetful I can’t remember nothing, I need a pad and pencil (Verse) Yea, sleepin on miotis, spark it up with lighters Leavin out the info like why you ain’t invite us? Talkin code red, drum roll tipsy Like I’m leaving Nipsy’s Shootin stars droppin Wallpaper pealin, nobody’s close to me Except my neighbors’ building, fish tank fillin Lot of eyes on me but they don’t even know Shit, where I get it from? Nigga you feel me On this bitch like this trip, bumpin LV The same dreams you buyin they couldn’t sell me Cuz now I fuck with em Na, tell me I’m far ahead Butter like garlic bread, I got a lot of drive Can’t even park in red, runnin out of ink But never out of thoughts It all make em say… Jumpin off the hook Let that man bungee, tell him hit the showers But not with Zan Dusky Ricocheting off him, slick as a day in Harlem Soon as she see me say, Wait wait, something don’t feel right I think somebody’s fuckin with me He’s tryin to get me to kill the wrong person or something (Hook) New beginnings, startin over Celebratin, still hardly sober Memory gone, so forgetful I can’t remember nothing, I need a pad and pencil (Outro) Look what I’m getting into Rockin like gravel, bitches My spirit slowly liftin, no different from castle bridges I’m blackin out like charcoal… Wait wait, what the fuck I’m doin? I already said that shit. From Letras Mania