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Yeat
Yeat
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clibbo
Clibbo
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Lyrics

You know anything they stop it, they like, those lil' break things? You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, I don't, I don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout, I'm high as fuck That's like pit stop, you know I'm so high, got me sick I'm so high, got me sick, yeah So high it got me sick (yeah) You know I just want five love pieces, no matrimony (uh-huh) The Percs, yeah, some alcohol Some fucking weed, with the lean, what the hell you need? It's a drug party, bring your friends inside here (here) Maybe it's too much information (here, uh) Maybe it's too much that I'm spacin' (yeah, huh) Maybe it's too much that I don't think right Maybe should I ever just stop at the green light? (So much) Is this life? Am I living right? (Yeat, me) Should I pour a new four in my sprite tonight It's the problems in my head, I won't lie Why the fuck so many damn questions, man, I don't even know why Am I really that special? Am I really that one of a kind?
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