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Threes, Twos Good things come in threes Swishers come in twos Paranoid that my pride some type of edible I might dial Dial UP and try to dead the bull I wish that I could change the past, I won't say it's regrettable She said Shh Don't you blow my high Knew I was the one the same year Andre dropped Aquemini Look around this party and it's just you, me, myself and I Once the kids had hypnotize and now they playin' touch the sky What a feeling What a feeling Afraid of healing What a Feeling What a Feeling Afraid of healing What a feeling Afraid of Healing What a feeling What a feeling Afraid of healing Afraid of healing Ooo Ooo ooo ooo ooo Ooo ooo ooo ooo Head over looking ahead, another degree and straight to the grave It's damn near the weekend I ain't slept a wink since, Monday Never in the city I ain't tryna whip the Hyundai Mama said my time about to come, I guess it's Sunday Driving with my eyes closed backwards up the runway Yeah One way or another imma get it right Swear I had a show just like the other night We were smoking Lalalalalalalalalalalala (Didn't hit the bong and didn't hit the pipe) She was smoking Lalalalalalalalalalalala (Now she got me feeling on her tiger stripes) We were smoking Lalalalalalalalalalalala (Pat me up and down do you have a light?) She was smoking Lalalalalalalalalalalala (Ooh I got the munchies, can I have a bite?) She was smoking Lalalalalalalalalalalala I think I'm so afraid of healing The UK know just where I'm coming from If you OK with the beat that the drummer drum That's the type shit that go and make dummer dumb I'm flipping through the paper, tell me who got greener thumbs Playing Love's a Game while we going on Serena runs Lalalalalalalalalalalala (Now she got me feeling on her tiger stripes) We were smoking Lalalalalalalalalalalala (Pat me up and down do you have a light?) She was smoking Lalalalalalalalalalalala (Ooh I got the munchies, can I have a bite?) She was smoking Lalalalalalalalalalalala (I didn't smoke it but I feel it) She was smoking Lalalalalalalalalalalala (And now my hands up on the ceiling) We were smoking Lalalalalalalalalalalala (Was getting by, yeah I was dealing) The tree we smoking Lalalalalalalalalalalala (I think I'm so afraid of healing)
Writer(s): Isaiah Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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