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Runnin' through my weed again, yeah Runnin' through my weed again, yeah Runnin' through my weed Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well One, two, been thinking on it hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to focus when a nigga zoning I been tryna balance all this on my plate I ain't tryna be lying to your face You can do better than I Something I need to share before you rest here I know that you gave your best here But I can't figure out what's next here I pray to God I don't have to pay for not knowing This world is new to me, I do not know it My pride never wanted you to know this Sometimes I just wanna be alone and Either way I gotta go, woah, oh When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, woah, woah I tell you what you wanna know, oh, woah You're prolly better on your own, oh Girl, you know I'm moving through this thang at the speed of light Rolling on the street like it’s gon' be what you want it to be like Letras de cancionesWon’t lie, you been on my brain right, charge it to the game right Girl, we know that nothing is the same, right Five, six, times that I shoulda had that convo, yeah Seven, eight, could you be gone by tomorrow? Hydroplaning tryna pump my brakes I don't wanna make it look like I ran away You could do better than I Something you need to know, you gotta let go You throwing a fit and that's old Don't be stepping on my Prestos I pray to God I don't have to pay for not knowing This world is new to me, I do not know it My pride never wanted you to know this Sometimes I wanna be alone and Either way I gotta go, woah, oh, yeah When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, woah, woah I tell you what you wanna know, oh, woah You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Either way I gotta go, woah, oh When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, woah, woah I tell you what you wanna know, oh, woah You're prolly better on your own, oh One, two, been thinking on it hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to focus when a nigga zoning Five, six, times that I shoulda had that convo, yeah Seven, eight, could you be gone by tomorrow? From Letras Mania