[Verse 1: Crow]
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[Verse 2: Rozz Dyliams]
I got something in my cup
I got something that will slump
You a dummy
You a dub and I'm gon' pick this shit back up
Bitch I made it out the mud
He who do not give a fuck
Pushing 30 going 30 dirty birds up in the trunk
30 something in my duffel
Dylan talk a heavy hustle
Moving surgical precision if you touch me you get touched
You don't know the ends and outs but you leave a tall tale
Dylan switching different routes
I don't leave with no trail
I got everything I want so what I'm pressed for
When I look at my life it look like a chess board
All I want is your loving thats all I ask for
Another week another stamp inside my passport
Confessing something to myself up off the dashboard
I remember what its like to feel something
Pain numbing
Are you coming over baby? Are you coming (Ahh!)
[Chorus: Crow]
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