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    Hey! Happy festivus everyone!
    I promise you ain't never really freak out until
    You be out at freak hours and see each and
    Every freak out from free couch to free couch
    We go deep and we don't get no sleep
    Cause we be up all night until the early light

    Man these niggas ain't serious
    Do you know what type of women I've been dealing with?
    I used to pop blues with my lil' bitch
    I call her boo cuz her real one I will forget
    I use a uber to scoop me to sls
    What you expect, a little groupie to see my crib?
    Oh no, these niggas ain't serious

    Do you know what type of bitches I've been dealing with?
    Try to tell me adderall make her get a rush
    Used to use it to study until she fell in love
    Told me that lil buzz just make her think a lot
    Told her "nah you lying, cuz you don't eat enough"
    Nah nah nah
    These women ain't serious
    She sprinkled a little something up in her lip
    Start sipping and now she sweating, her lips clenched
    Kind of dizzy, her friends tell her to get a grip
    I'm trying to get me a real woman to take out
    But for now, they're wild
    They rather get it in

    Girls on drugs
    Girls on drugs
    Girls on drugs
    Pills and subs when them beers ain't enough
    They still need love

    In her purse where her hand go
    She disperse by the handful
    Coco make her go up
    Nothing popping, pop a zan when she laying low
    Bars to break, so many bars to break
    She at the grammy's turnt, none of the stars is fake
    She like "oh my God, I'm on the moon and shit"
    And my particular moon like a platoon and shit
    You know the niggas I be dealing with
    Politicians and niggas living it on the rip
    And my position to give this shit to little kids

    Is not official unless I'm giving them authentic
    We're all living with small demons
    We're all sinning, it's all similar
    Broads with us and they bong hitting
    Let me tell you about the bitches I've been chilling with
    The really insecure ones look good as shit
    Nothing fill the void of a little pill
    A little shot, she ain't shy when the shit spill
    And it's hard to feel alive when you're feeling dead inside
    Beside that the lime light be so real

    Let me tell you about the bitches that I kick it with
    Told me nobody love her and so she cut her wrist
    Not enough for the hospital but cut it close
    That's why she want to get high because she's feeling low
    Told me pour me a vodka, pill and little smoke
    So I could numb her insides and we will never know

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