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It was yesterday you was knocking at my door

You was on the phone talking bout hoes I can't even do it no more

Drinking my life away my body telling me I'm going through war

Hop in that ghost swerve in that foreign thinking bout all my goals

Everyone gone die make sure you live your life

Thinking bout when I'll be gone and who gone cry

Yeah you gotta expect nobody gone give two fucks

If you think too much it'll turn to sum that I swear you can't describe

If you was living in my shoes then you would understand

My brain work different I see things that I feel like others can't

If you was living in my shoes then you would understand yeah