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([?][0:00]) We could fly, you know what I like Butterfly doors on passenger side We could ride out, suicide Risk it all for my foolish pride Sometimes, I see blood in the sky Broken wings, help me learn how to fly Call it fool's paradise Call it fool's paradise, yeah See the hate in their eyes They envy this life The things that I sacrificed The things that I sacrificed See the hate in their eyes They envy this life The things that I sacrificed, yеah Yeah, burgundy seats in the Cullinan Found out shе like the rest of them hoes, fell out of love again Sober mind, I couldn't cut the tension, pass the drugs again And sweep my problems under the rug again (It's how I'm coping) I reached out, got no reply, so I'm like fuck it then (I'm like fuck it) Digital dash for the stash, it's a custom Benz Lusting ends, being broke just gave me tougher skin Letras de cancionesBandana on me, feeling like I'm Birdy and above the rim (Woo) Who made these rules? I think they confused Even when I couldn't pay these bills, I had to pay these dues (Uh) Under pressure, standing tall like we eight feet two (Yeah) Watching staties cruise, praying we don't make the news Costa Rica trips, wish that we could speak a bit I had to take that time away from you, I probably needed it (For myself) I throw that shit on every night, look like an Easter fit (Splash) The coupe clean, I'm riding dirty, picture me legit We could fly, you know what I like Butterfly doors on passenger side We could ride out, suicide Risk it all for my foolish pride (Risk it all) Sometimes, I see blood in the sky (Blanco) Broken wings, help me learn how to fly (I love you, shit, my nigga) Call it fool's paradise (East side) Call it fool's paradise, yeah Uh Turquoise leather look like a Charlotte Hornet (Lean) Ferrari mornings, talk to shooter 'fore I start performing (My loc) It's not your business, why you talkin' on it? (Why?) Surrounded by steppers, we be walkin' on shit Pappadeaux's, I ordered crawfish (With pasta) Pontiac, that Grand Am, I got it from an auction Seen project tape around my projects, Clinton was in office (Uh) He was in the Oval Office getting ate up (Ate up) We was tryna scrape up (Scrape up) No Pateks, it was Jacobs (Remember?) Lenox Ave, hungry as fuck, I would go to Jacob's (Lenox) Tom Shep' talkin' to Flip, they can't erase us (They can't erase us) Me and Smiles would argue, he got me out of the matrix (My nigga) Lean on me like I'm Mister Clark, my life was dangerous (Ooh) Tom Ford occasions, it's movies without the script (All black) I think of Nip', this shit is so different without my Crip (Neighbor) I think of Chill Will every time that I take a sip (I do) I think of fuck niggas every time that I take a shit Word to mother We could fly, you know what I like Butterfly doors on passenger side We could ride out, suicide Risk it all for my foolish pride Sometimes, I see blood in the sky Broken wings, help me learn how to fly Call it fool's paradise Call it fool's paradise, yeah See the hate in their eyes They envy this life The things that I sacrificed The things that I sacrificed See the hate in their eyes They envy this life The things that I sacrificed, yeah ([?][3:52]) From Letras Mania