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Intro Flyboy Tarantino. Alright, so fast. Your hand tonight, anyway. Oh, yeah, never. Duh, duh, duh, duh, never. Duh, duh, duh, duh, never. Now or never. Verse 1 Flyboy Tarantino. Tell me why did you
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My brother Jake, hat, shades, head in a daze. My brother Jake, have you thought about changin' your ways?. He goes out, he don't have no doubt. He don't have to know what the world's about. . My
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Intro Flyboy Tarantino. Uh, uh, uh, uh (Fall fast). Uh (Fall fast), uh, uh, uh, okay. Love hard, fall fast, fall fast. Uh, uh (Fall fast), uh, uh. Chorus Flyboy Tarantino & Craig Xen. Love hard, fall
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My brother Jake, hat, shades, head in a daze. My brother Jake, have you thought about changin' your ways?. He goes out, he don't have no doubt. He don't have to know what the world's about. . My
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, facts, facts). Wet pussy shinin' like a fist full of diamonds (Bling). Stackin', you starvin'. I aired it out with a Carbon (Yeah let's go!). Verse 3 Flyboy Tarantino. Flexed up, they vexed up, bitch I'm
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of your positivity, he is of your love. Meet one half of the juggling duo. That is your soul I'm talkin' about. Jake Jeckel Jack throw another, Jake catch one more. They'll try to catch all thats
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' slide up in that, leave a red stain (Yeah, man). Verse 4 Flyboy Tarantino. I go 4 for $4 like Wendy (What?). White girl off the Henny (Yeah). All blue hunnids, I got plenty (What?). Bitch don't think
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gassed up (Uh), so gassed up. I'm so gassed up (Uh, okay), gassed up. Verse 1 Flyboy Tarantino & KiD TRUNKS. One take, Timmy (One take). I hit with no jammy (I hit with no jammy). They don't feel me
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I'm going as far as I can go, away from here,. Away from you, jake, and the hole you've sunk me into. I wish that I could belong here, with you, and just be,. But that's not all that I'm about
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Song On My One - Jake Bugg. I'm just a poor boy from Nottingham. I had my dreams. But in this world they're gone, they're gone. Oh, I'm so lonesome on my one. Three years on the road, 400 shows
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?). Verse 3 Flyboy Tarantino. On the block, hit my jack, when ya comin' through? (When ya comin' through?). You would think I'm B. I. G the way I get the loot (The way I get the loot). Both eyes wide open
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. Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh. With all the bull***, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh. Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch. I need a lick, shot wit' me. Verse 3 Flyboy Tarantino. I got M's, really
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Chorus Jake Hill. I'm not suicidal, I don't wanna *** die. I just wanna be able to close my eyes and feel alright. But every day I feel like dying. Every day I feel like dying (dying). Verse 1 Josh A
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