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iMAGiNARY FRiENDS
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Yo
I can't get along with, no one
Who you wanna phone with
Lurkin' on my lonesome
I can't smoke no bogus
Ain't got to be explosive, the strongest
I can't get along with no one
Who you wanna phone with
Coping with my demons was a long one
Elixir made my double cup I had to drink a strong one
I can't fuck with no one
I'm in love with no one
I can eat my own beefs and I'm gon shoot my own gun
If you really real you will mention all your weakness and defences then own 'em
Idol fight your demons I could loan you
Don't turn into the old you
Don't let them niggas mold you
Don't let no bitch corrode you
I told you
All that bullshit you let them door-to-door-sale people sold you that
He saying she can really mold you
It's old news, the old you
Probably might have deaded that and domed you
Don't be your suicide, don't let your pettiness control you
Don't let niggas pwn you
Every chance they get they gon expose you
Gotta stay Quioxte with them hoes too
You can't tell no secrets to your bros too
You walk forever in her gold shoes
Brang money back to old dudes
I can't get along with, no one
Who you wanna phone with
Lurkin' on my lonesome
I can't smoke no bogus
Ain't got to be explosive, the strongest
I can't get along with no one
Who you wanna phone with
Coping with my demons was a long one
Elixir made my double cup I had to drink a strong one
I can't fuck with no one
I'm in love with no one
I can eat my own beefs and I'm gon shoot my own gun
Yeah
I came with my vices in the face if I ain't high already
TSA won't let me board because I'm fly already
I was tongue kissing with death, I should have died already
For the ending where she whispered that I die, already
Blowing out the Chevvy bitch, my mind so heavy
It get hard to lift my spirits, yes I tried already
Carpool with some boppers they look fire already
For whatever cuz I kick the game like Lionel Messi
Argentina for my rehab got my mind more steady
Tryna look into the sunlight, the blinds won't let me
If niggas on the crib don't try to pull up breaking levies
Or a suicidal groupie then my mind gon' get me
I can't get along with, no one
Who you wanna phone with
Lurkin' on my lonesome
I can't smoke no bogus
Ain't got to be explosive, the strongest
I can't get along with no one
Who you wanna phone with
Coping with my demons was a long one
Elixir made my double cup I had to drink a strong one
I can't fuck with no one
I'm in love with no one
I can eat my own beefs and I'm gon shoot my own gun
Everybody I ever tried to do good for, with, or to had fucked up perceptions of me after they couldn't achieve their
Interior, ulterior, alternative whatever the fuck the motives are, look,
All I ever did was keep it solid
And every time somebody get me wrong they want me to look as bad as they feel
Nah fuck that, fuck that
I had to shake that off, that's no way to start the trip
So I tried to cut on some old cartoons,
Shit was funny for a second
I looked up, there's this dude in a bag,
Almost like - almost like the dude in [?] with the fake
[?]... whatever look it up. So I'm totally fried eggs at this point right,
I guess I might as well embrace him right,
(Bro you tryna watch Looney Toons g?)
Then I turn the TV up and -
(Yo, what the fuck?)
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