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Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system Is not available At the tone, please record your message Call me when you break up I wanna be the first one on your mind when you wake up I miss the way we’d stay up We’d talk about forever when I’m takin’ off

Your blades are sharpened with precision Flashing your favorite point of view I know you’re waiting in the distance Just like you always do, just like you always do Already pulling me in Already under my skin And I know exactly how this ends, I Let you cut me open just to watch me bleed

I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word Now in the morning I sleep alone Sweep the streets I used to own I used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemies eyes Listen as the crowd would sing Now the old king is dead long live

Ever since I was a jit, knew I was the shit Shawty keep wanna come ’round, she wanna get hit She think she the main because I keep her by my side 00, bust down the watch, you know that I’m timeless I put my son in some Rick I pull that gun off the

If this world were mine Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it’s hot If this world was mine, I’d take your dreams and make ’em multiply If this world was mine, I’d take your enemies in front of God Introduce ’em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah

Things fall apart And time breaks your heart I wasn’t there but I know She was your girl You showed her the world You fell out of love and you both let go She was cryin’ in my shoulder All I could do was hold her Only made us closer Until she lied Now I

It can’t be said I’m an early bird It’s ten o’clock before I say a word Baby, I can never tell How do you sleep so well? You keep telling me to live right To go to bed before the daylight But then you wake up for the sunrise You know you don’t gotta pretend

Oh, I leave quite an impression Five feet to be exact You’re wonderin’ why half his clothes went missin’ My body’s where they’re at Now I’m gone, but you’re still layin’ Next to me, one degree of separation I heard you’re back together and if that’s true You’ll just have to taste me when he’s

Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, ho) Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, “Breathe, bro” Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What’s up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry