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Blue Franklin
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I see him on the cover of a magazine (I do, I do) I pump my tired body full of gasoline I tell my bitter consciousness that could be me Then see his face again up on a TV screen I got some habits that I cannot seem to break I got some friends that at this point I'm sure are fake I'm told that I should love myself and fuck the rest But those same people hate to see me at my best Drugs, money, sex, mmm We can't live without it Drugs, money, sex, yeah Don't even try to doubt it Drugs, money, sex, uhhh Uh baby that's the stuff Drugs, money, sex, urgh We all can't get enough I turned sixteen and real soon after I got caught My mum was like: "I can't believe you're smoking pot" I'm like: "But mum I swear to God I'm really not" Then felt the dime bag in my pocket I just bought (oops) Everybody sees me perfect, that boy's got no flaws (yeah) I hope that the glow up was worth it I pose and clench my jaw If you got the body then work it (work it, work it) And bow to the applause Look at me under the surface Nobody thinks to pause Drugs, money, sex, mmm We can't live without it Drugs, money, sex, yeah Don't even try to doubt it Drugs, money, sex, uhhh Uh baby that's the stuff Drugs, money, sex, urgh We all can't get enough Fame, status, all the hustle It's time to prove yourself Fame, status, all the hustle It's time to count your wealth Fame, status, all the hustle Please look at all my stuff Fame, status, all the hustle And it was all for what?