Sweet Life

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    They caught a vibe
    I wasn’t feeling it
    Put the pressure on my back
    I went and sat in it
    Put it into words
    We all the same like synonyms
    Taste gettin' salty
    I miss the sweet life, cinnamon

    Put it on my back
    Put it on my back
    Seen him on a stretcher
    Tried to run off with that sack
    Street life gettin' old
    Knew I wouldn’t goin' back

    Bitches changin' every season
    Still waited to turn my back
    Dice games in the streets
    You lose, they take you off the map
    Slur your words, she think you cheatin'
    You kno it’s cap, cap
    Cut her off, she think she bad, bad

    Back to back like Jordan 96, 97
    Front to front, I'm facing my demons
    Talkin' to my reverend
    Ohh I miss the bros
    Ohh she at my shows

    Still don’t want no sorries
    Bitch you gotta go
    Still don’t got my medal
    I know I'm the goat
    Still don’t want no shawty
    Pointed at the door
    Like bitch you gotta go
    Ain't no room in my heart
    I know it’s getting cold

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    They caught a vibe
    I wasn’t feeling it
    Put the pressure on my back
    I went and sat in it
    Put it into words
    We all the same like synonyms
    Taste gettin' salty
    I miss the sweet life, cinnamon

    They caught a vibe
    I wasn’t feeling it
    Put the pressure on my back
    I went and sat in it
    Put it into words
    We all the same like synonyms
    Taste gettin' salty
    I miss the sweet life, cinnamon

    Cinematic love my life just been a movie
    Turn the lights off
    I'm getting groovy
    This that 90s love
    The one that smile
    Crackin' jokes and feeling goofy

    You can bring your friends
    But I don’t fuck wit groupies
    I would bring a blunt
    But it would make me moody
    Yeah you been actin' choosy
    Yeah if it was up to me
    You wouldn’t choose me
    Truthfully, truthfully yeah

    If I'm speakin' honest
    You would just lose me
    Sticks and stones
    They break my bones
    You ain't bruise me

    Where did you go?
    Where did you go?
    I'm on the radio
    Momma proud I know

    Back when I was at my low
    I knew I’d be a great
    Like a butterfly, I float
    Coast to coast
    I said let me drive the boat
    She know I always do the most
    Never did it for the post

    They caught a vibe
    I wasn’t feeling it
    Put the pressure on my back
    I went and sat in it
    Put it into words
    We all the same like synonyms
    Taste gettin' salty
    I miss the sweet life, cinnamon

    They caught a vibe
    I wasn’t feeling it
    Put the pressure on my back
    I went and sat in it
    Put it into words
    We all the same like synonyms
    Taste gettin' salty
    I miss the sweet life, cinnamon

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