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    We wake up when the Sun goes down
    Neighbor says the smell's too loud
    Riding in my old school thang
    Shotgun with my old school babe
    So wake me when the Sun goes down
    Tonight's my last night in town
    I pledge to a flag so grey
    No matter what time, the skies are grey, ooh

    Around this time, was starving, no Ramadan
    Yeah, mighta robbed you blind
    You, you, you, your dad and moms
    Yeah, keep that in mind
    Fear two things: Being broke and dying
    Yeah, jump your ass inside, LSD come take this ride
    No A-C-I-D, how you get your ass inside
    Yeah, take one peek at me, you might get lost in my mind
    Yeah, fuck that college shit, that scholarship, let's hypnotize
    Yeah, ooh

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    We wake up when the Sun goes down
    Neighbor says the smell's too loud
    Riding in my old school thang
    Shotgun with my old school babe
    So wake me when the Sun goes down
    Tonight's my last night in town
    I pledge to a flag so grey
    No matter what time, the skies are grey

    Grey! Yeah-yeah-oh
    Grey! Yeah-yeah
    Grey! Yeah-yeah-oh (uhuh)
    Grey! The sky is grey
    Grey! Mmm-mm-mm
    Grey! Mmm-mm-mm
    Grey! The sky is grey (uhuh)
    Woah-ooh-oh
    Grey! Yeah, yeah
    Grey! Woah-ooh-oh
    Grey! Yeah, yeah (uhuh)
    The sky is grey, yuh
    Yeah, the sky is grey, mmm-oh
    Grey!

    Might be the last time I trip
    I know I said this shit last time
    But damn I never had a trip like this
    Who knew a threeway on freeway can trip
    With three hoes to a six-way?
    Ain't gotta finesse out the midway
    So Bird can wrap birds in that Ben-Gay
    No more, goddamn
    And Pops never gave me shit
    But Pops ain't raised no bitch
    I swung, I missed, he swung, he hit, then I hit that ditch
    Raised in a town where it looked so good outside
    Like it ain't that serious
    My nigga got dumb years doing dumb shit
    Locked up in the car, had to pull a gun quick
    Killa tatted on his face, leaked to his conscious
    Now he stuck in a cell, know he feeling nauseous
    The nigga so good, he was so cold
    Another lost kid, Mo City soul

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    Composición: James Fauntleroy, Travis Scott, Tane Runo y J-Hill

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