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    4 A.M. (4 A.M.)
    Choosin' up outside the club at 4 A.M
    You should go with him
    It's a different game
    Baby girl, we in Hollywood, this ain't Mary Lane
    Smoking Mary Jane to ease the pain
    Fucking 'round with lames
    I must be a clown, you smiling in my face
    You're playing in my face
    You looking for another sign, I'm on your for you page

    And I can't stop the rain from coming
    Tequila flowing
    My music bumping, but
    I can't stop the rain
    Babe, tell me something
    'Cause you've been bluffing
    And I've been doing the same

    Yeah, wish I had all the receipts to get my time back
    Yeah, you caught you a platinum bitch, like how you find that?
    Yeah, make me feel so fucking stupid, where yo' mind at?
    Girl, I can't (I can't)

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    So I'm back to the road (yeah)
    Twin still hitting my phone, yeah
    We stick to the code
    You a demon, baby
    Give a fuck what they say (say)
    We just woke up in BAPE (in BAPE)
    Rick Owen hoodie for my baby headtop
    Ride that bitch by her braids (by her braids)
    He never come outside when the light's out, we done scared him straight (straight)
    Still can't stop that rain (still can't stop that)
    Still can't stop that rain (still can't stop that)
    Still can't stop that rain (still can't stop that)
    I wanna pop that ho
    Fuck around, rinse my bank (mm)
    Yeah, my money the same
    This bitch still the same, still fucking a lame (what?)
    He's rocking my shit
    I gave him a pass, but just for today
    If I give you my hand (give you my hand)
    Do you promise to stay? (Stay)
    I left bread in your room (in your room)
    That shit's just for today (today)

    And I can't stop the rain from coming
    Tequila flowing
    My music bumping, but
    I can't stop the rain
    Babe, tell me something
    'Cause you've been bluffing
    And I've been doing the same

    Yeah, wish I had all the receipts to get my time back
    Yeah, you caught you a platinum bitch, like how you find that?
    Yeah, make me feel so fucking stupid, where yo' mind at?
    Girl, I can't, I can't

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    Composition: Skaiwater

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