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    And they still gonna hate when you live your life like how you say
    It don't matter about them no, it don't matter about them
    And as long as I'm cool with myself then I feel like everything's straight
    It don't matter about them, no
    We can give a fuck about them
    And I live my life how I want to
    I do the things that I want to
    I smoke weed because I want to
    And I drink sometimes to text you
    And it's alright, I'm okay, I'm fucked up, shit's going great
    Been through some shit, you can't relate
    But right now

    I'm living with my ups, my downs, and my lows
    I feel like getting high, you already know
    I'm trying to get away, so let's go
    I'm living with my ups, downs, lows

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    Told the girl in a sky blue
    You and your girl you could ride through
    Ones tall but the other's like 5'2"
    Anything you need I provide you
    I'm smokin' weed in new jeans
    Lookin' out the window burnin' cigarettes through screens
    Had an epiphany, I care about three things
    Music and drugs, and the love that you bring
    I'm twisted, I'm drunk it's been a couple months
    You haven't called me once
    Used to smoke L's when I'd catch you on your window sill
    I don't even smoke blunts, maybe I'm being blunt
    So I'mma light a joint in your honor
    Penthouse niggas do what we want

    And I am who I am
    I ain't never gonna change
    Just change your twitter pic, I think you changed
    Care too much about how you look in the photos
    Wonder why you're still stuck fuckin' round solo
    Don't worry about this bein' in your position
    I know you wish you can take it all back
    But your luck don't change
    Now that I do what I want we don't fuck the same
    But it's still from the heart from the lamp city fam
    Been there from the start
    To the big labels telling me I won't make it
    Saying my production sound too basic, psych
    Who could fuck with the likes
    Flexing on them suckers like Mike
    Need food on my plate like rice
    So fuck you if you fake, alright

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