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(Jeans, off my back)
(On my feet, cop a band)
(In my jeans, off my back)
(On my feet, all I have)
(It's a lot, oh my god)
(For a day, for a month)
(On my feet, on my own)
(On my arms, on my-)
In my jeans, off my back
On my feet, cop a band
In my jeans, off my back
On my feet, all I have
It's a lot, oh my god
For a day, for a month
On my feet, on my own
On my arms, on my-
Hundreds in my jeans
In my bag, gotta full clip
Feel it on your neck, all you said
Let's keep off the record
Talking 'bout some bands
Check your back
Keep you moving
Put where you belong
On my own, own, own, own
Talking 'bout some red, red, red
I don't wanna talk down
Take your place in the crowd
You ain't worth all that
You should talk some less, less, less
I don't want you around
Teach you a lesson
But you ain't worth the effort
Take all I got
Take the full lot
Try but you can't take me now
Put you in the dirt
We gonna put you down
Damn
Lotta talk but no movement
Got you stuck, you're grounded
Put you in the dirt
On my own terms
Jeans, off my back
On my feet, cop a band
In my jeans, off my back
On my feet, all I have
It's a lot, oh my god
For a day, for a month
On my feet, on my own
On my arms, on my bones
On my
Take all you are
Make you hear my name
Talk won't go far
I need to see your face
Take all you are
Make you hear my name
Talk won't go far
I- on my- yeah
I ain't got no time 'cause you're useless
Can't take more of this
On my hands, on my wrists, on my
I ain't got no time, yeah, I'm through it
Can't take who I am
On my jeans, on my back, on my
Back on my feet, on my hands, on my own, now I
Back on my feet, on my hands, on my own
Back on my feet, on my hands, on my own, now I
Back on my feet, on my hands, on my own
Righteous as a bitch, I do shit my way
I'm too different how I step, I'm moving sideways
I speed up fast, watch my dash break on the highway
Smokin' on gas all day, like it's Friday
I didn't mean to be rude
Sorry for telling the truth
Thinking they messing with me and they try-try-try
I don't get why the fuck would they wanna
I get sick of the different personas
I'm online acting so primadonna
This shit hit me hard in my chest
This hard to digest
Woke up and my bitch ain't in my phone, they stuck in my head
Then again, I caught another one sleepin' in my bed
OD'ed a couple times, I got some people thinkin' I'm dead
I'm still alive and I ain't sleep or close my eyelids
Fuck it, I'm dialed in, they say I'm w-w-wildin'
I done did the dash a couple times to get my miles in
Fuck it, I'm dialed in, they say I'm w-w-wildin'
I done did the dash and almost crashed, I'll fuckin' try again
Jeans, off my back
On my feet, cop a band
In my jeans, off my back
On my feet, all I have
It's a lot, oh my god
For a day, for a month
On my feet, on my own
On my arms, on my bones
On my
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