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Uh Man, what's the use of the numbers that's on your phone? When the beat just like the shadow be your friend and you cry alone I just got a new crib, caught me a billy I bet it's only one poof, still got a picture to prove it now Kissin' after dinner, she call it the foreplay I call it, "Do and taste", that's on my explore page Algorithm programming always done in poor taste I take the SIM card, God, I'm such a gourmet Pool fights, swimmin' on a cool night Lookin' at her, overfantasizin' what her room like I don't got a single fuckin' problem sayin, "Good night" Every single bad bitch, they eatin' like they ShoeNice Back in '07, me and mama in the crib watchin' Top Gun Now I got these bitches askin' if I wanna pop one No, get the fuck away I'd rather the one to take the fun away Than to be the kid that's always rollin' every Saturday (Saturday) I don't judge myself enough, funds and the baker Man, these pills are like Temple Run Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' I ain't miss my bro's and sis weddings all for nothin' Pharrell interview me I ain't even heard a search of I was seventeen, couldn't even sip the bourbon He said, "Relationships way different in person" Letras de cancionesThree years later, I was on a date in Berlin I just took a flight to Utah, man, that's the first time Walkin' off the plane, steam breathin' snow darkened by the shades I'm just stayin' warm, sippin' on my third wine Face is gettin' red now (Now, now) I don't need a sun tan, press week Get you used to hearin' certain questions Like, "How you feel to be at Sundance?" Like, "How you feel to be just one man?" One man, reppin' where you from and I'm like, "Nah, man" Five years ago, I'd be so happy to get five bands for a thirty minute set Went in, not a breath before the motherfuckin' song ends (Ends, ends, ends) And I'm 'bout to watch my first movie that I shot up in the islands Surrounded by the audience and my friends That shit turn everything else into nonsense To think I'm only on my second project I ain't here for the contest, I'm just here for the progress Tell Leo and Brad, that I ain't takin' their jobs yet I'm just playin', man, I ain't got me a nom' yet Not that I'mma need that shit to feel accomplished Long as breathin' air, and my mama happy, I'm smilin' (Smilin') I don't need the VV's on my neck But I got space on the wall for the golds, platinums and diamonds When I'm closin' my eyes, here come the guidance From Letras Mania