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Everything look crazy
Don't even think that I could be facade
Don't ever think that I won't be the one
To reach the other side
Running for the sun while its hot
Ducking from the fuzz in a drop
Little spanish chick give me mas
Lately I been tryna make a lot
Might just keep it faded on the sides
Something I debated in my mind
If I'm not the favorite all the time
Don't need no favors I'll be fine
I pin location out of town
Just to keep the chaos surrounded
Look like the playoffs around me
I spend the day off rewinding
In the palisades for the climate
You can see the freedom in the moshes
Just sprained my wrist up at the counter
Only way that I could be reminded
That I'm still a human in the process
Might dress my bitch up in consignment
Might take ya b*tch blink ya eyelids
I seen it all with the iris
You just feel the sound when its irie
The frown drop tears from the eyelid
As the look kills read the fine print