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1: Yung Lean] I'm smokin' double pack, Louis duffel bag, get that stack Trouble's back, I don't give a we jump out the back, where they at? We all essentials in a zig-zag it up, take a drag, I'm the best at it, I don't like to brag, Leave my body in a bag If you fuck around you in that body bag, burn the Fuck who you know I fuck with that Couple zeros on a couple vision, tunnelin' a jag Stumble out the lobby Shoveled knuckles, screaming where they at? I won't be in life again but you might see me in a mag my number, never call me back Flat on the ground spat on my Acronym bag We Stocktown, seasons change Bitch you know we at
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[Verse 2: Travi$ Let's get real, land of the ghost, so Come and a trip in my hill, get ghost Don't come up with that shit, get roast Know La don't play by his toast, you know And I'm bound to you down, come on, she grab my jeans She grab the kush, she balancing on my beam While i'm cantaloupes We off that lean, lean, in my dream, dream, dream, dreams We don't want alcohol drinks, only soda and Get it right, get it It ain't down for the night, it ain't for the night A-yo yo yo Lean where bitches come from see who with the shits, who really down to get drunk I might throw up, might turn up, turn up of every Of every summer, every summer, every
[Bridge: Travi$ I'm with sad boys in Stockholm they H-town be my home They know be my home Them, my homies, them, them my homies I'm Sad Boys in Stockholm They Mo City my home Them them my homies, them my homies Them them my motherfucking (Straight up)
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