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Been on another levelSince you cameNo more painLook into my eyesYou can't recognize my faceYou're up and nowYou can stayYou can stayBut you belong to meYou belong to meIf it hurts to breatheOpen the windowHold my mindWhat's the read?What you came for?This is a happy houseWe're happy hereIn a happy houseOh this is funThese are angel eyesNights end so much quicker than the days didSame pose, are you ready for your day shiftThis place will burn you upBut baby it's okay and my niggas don't startAnd they working on the trampSo get on me if you wantSo blame it on meI didn't call your homeSo blame it on me girlCause you wanted to have funIf it hurts to breatheOpen the windowHold my mindWhat's the readWhat you came for?This is a happy houseWe're happy hereIn a happy houseOh this is funFun for meBring the seven on seven nowTwo puffs for the lady who be down for thatWhatever, togetherBring your whole stash of the greatestTrade it, roll it, darkOffer, dark, taste itNow watch us chase itWith a handful of pillsNo chasersJohn Legend on some super-sized papersAnd she bad in a head bandSleeping fan is a wonderlandAnd it's half-past sixWeed's nice cause time don't existBut when the stars shine back to the cribSuperstar lines back at the cribAnd we can test out the tablesGot some bad new tablesAll glass and its four feet wideBut it's a must to get us ten feet highShe give me sex in a handbagI got her wetter than a wet thereAnd no closed doorsSo I listen to her moans echo"I heard he do drugs now"You heard wrong I been on them for a minuteWe just never act a foolThat's just how we fuckin' livinAnd when we act a foolIt's probably cause we mixed itYeah I'm always on that okey dokeyThem white boys know the dealAin't no fuckin phonyBig O know the dealHe the one who showed meWatch me ride this fuckin beatLike he fuckin told meIs that your girl, what's her fuckin story?She cut her bag but she ride it like a fuckin ponyI cut down on her manBe her fuckin storyYeah i'm talking 'bout you manGet to know meAin't no offense thoughI promise youIf you a realman dude you gon' side the truthBut I'm a nice dude with some nice dreamsAnd we could turn this to a nightmare; Elm StreetI'm so gone so goneBring out the glass tablesWith the seven on seven now
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