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Conversations got me loopy What you said was fucking stupid Opposite of premeditated Murder me with your lucid dreams like you are a Cupid Like I'd put you in a smoothie When they see me pull up Michael Scotty Man these bars are way too gloomy Put it on my slide What's on my mind slide Surfing the waves floatin' Need to get paid shortly If I survive, would you be mine I'm blowing trees, til I get fined She like to party, F1 Ferrari I love how they soaring Lucy, Lucy, Lucy in the sky Give me the light, 10 grand a flight Seat with a sight, bet you don't know What's in my safe, my money slow Running on kief bruh leave me alone Need your own stake? Tip on my toes like You said I'm always out of line What is your type, what is your type Letras de cancionesIf I OD, broke down and died Wouldn't you cry, wouldn't you cry? It's super late Feel the pain inside my stomach Could you supplicate When I'm down to deep I always seem to duplicate I know told you to come over but it's all good I'm laying here in my bed with some tunes "Sometimes all I think about is a pretty sky With a shining, shining sun Sometimes all I think about is a pretty sky With a shining, shining sun" You said I'm always out of line What is your type, what is your type If I OD, broke down and died Wouldn't you cry, wouldn't you cry?" From Letras Mania