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I be changing up the crib every quarter I got tired of not living how I wanna I'm a make this shit as big as I wanna I get lost of my way to the kitchen in the morning Somewhere in the hills of Montana Baby gotta heal from the traumas Mailbox filled up with commas I'm a make enough to disappear if you wanna I ain't got no time to waste on the come up I be changing up the crib every quarter I get lost on my way back from the kitchen Cause I don't know which way I'm going in the corridor I told her woosah Woosah Utah Jazzed off a few shots Woosah Yeah you gotta woosah When I do talk It's that to the moon talk I know what I want Give no fucks what you want Woosah woosah Fuck the hoopla Letras de cancionesI saw what I saw Fuck what you saw I been on my day to day Disappear like David Blaine I'm talking woosah woosah Fuck the hoopla I saw what I saw Fuck what you saw I been on my day to day Disappear like David Blaine Shorty tryna act like she perfect She didn't have to Sometimes shit isn't working Until it has to I been in my bag I been workin' like I still have to Got mom and dad off Sherman You know I had to Woosah woosah Fuck the hoopla I saw what I saw Fuck what you saw I been on my day to day Disappear like David Blaine I told her woosah Woosah I told her woosah Woosah Not the type of person Concerned with what I can't do Woosah woosah Fuck the hoopla I saw what I saw Fuck what you saw I been on my day to day Disappear like David Blaine I told her woosah Woosah From Letras Mania