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LYRICZ

Something missing in my spirit

Maybe I can find it through my lyrics

My heart hurt maybe you can hear it (Hear it)

In this world got the juice like jarad (Jarad)

I wanna go to London, but i'm no actress

I wanna fuck a model bitch, I wanna fuck an actress

But i got this bitch everywhere, she finna fall off the mattress

Man she know she messing with a star, my new name patrick

20 dollars ona floor ima pick it up

20 hoes ona floor i might go dick em up

Got the pounds and the USD i mix em up

How time tickin, Hedi Slimane what the fuck

The sins im not proud about i committed, i jus hide em in my durag and my fitted

Look at my second half like who did it? Now my family look at me like ima ticket (Ticket)

Something missing in my spirit

Maybe I can find it through my lyrics

My heart hurt maybe you can hear it (Hear it)

In this WRLD i got the JUICE like jarad (Jarad)

I feel like me and main just splitting

At least I bought Gi-Givenchy Linen

Yes im that nigga, like are you kiddin?

I know my girl is the only thing thats missin

She wanna walk on stage on me, but I keep on running

Your shots dont work on me nigga, betta keep on gunnin

They say they love my melody but I keep on hummin

(Hmm)

Fuck it, I pop out with the gang now

(Huh)

Fuck it, This place i almost banged it out

(Hmm)

Fuck it, i pop out with the gang now

(Huh)

Fuck it, This place i almost banged it out

Something missing in my spirit

Maybe I can find it through my lyrics

My heart hurt maybe you can hear it (Hear it)

In this WRLD I got the JUICE like jarad (Jarad)

thirteendegrees at O'Hare, all black, hands pressed together
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