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Yeah, fuck off, fuck off
Can't be mad that I'm well off
Can't be mad that I did this shit
Can't be mad that I told this bitch
You a dumb motherfucker
You a dumb motherfucker
You a dumb motherfucker
You a dumb motherfucker

You not full, but no amount could fit
She said: Why you always talking shit?
'Cause those Balenciagas counterfeit
I just made the whole world my bitch
I'm tryna see how much I could fit
I don't like to talk, I plead the fifth
And I'm praying that you make one wrong move
It's no telling what I might or might not do
Heard you say you won't fold, you won't bend
Let's all get high as fuck and pretend
I'll be wrong till I die, till the end
If I ask you if you lied, you say: Yeah
You say: Yeah, how could I make it up to you?
I said you can't, just get the fuck away from me
And it's more than that, and it's more than this
I'm just tryna imagine all the times I pissed
I'm just tryna imagine why you'd do that shit
But I couldn't imagine it
And it's nowhere I'd rather be
On the beach with a tragedy
And she call me your majesty
Making movies appear so magically

Yeah, and it's sad that you'd said what you wouldn't do
And it's sad to look back on what you wouldn't do
And it's sad, ain't it sad?
In a sec, in a sec, I
But I'm glad that you had your fun, you had your fun on it
But I'm bad for the things I say and the things I want on it
How you mad that I got this money that I never even asked for?
How you sad bout a slag, when you wasn't even up for it?
What's enough? What's enough? What's enough?
What's enough? What's enough? What's enough?
I was broke, I was down, I was down bad, now I'm up, now I'm really up
And I was outside in the Bentley truck
I was outside when you ain't give a fuck
I was outside, I was making money
I was outside, I was stuck up

Is it bad that I serve, but I couldn't dish it?
Is it bad that you couldn't finish?
Is it bad I lost every digit?
Is it bad when you? Is it? Is it?
Is it bad when you? Is it? (Yeah)
Is it? When you told me that you quit it
Would you really ever try to live it?
Even though you said you already did it?
When you told me that you really with it
You a broke ass bum, just admit it
I admit every time I'm a psychopath
I admit every time I cried and laughed
I remember the times we used to have
I remember the nights we used to have
Even remember times when it was bad
Even remember times we never had
I could see all between the lies that you said that you wouldn't do
And times that you said that you'd come, but you never do
I heard planes that they fly, yeah, they fly till they never do
And we crash, and we burn, turn a page, or another two
We can go back and do things that we said that we'd never do

I say I'm God, but I never knew
I like to fly, yeah, I like to fly a few
Yeah, I already died, I already tried a few
Yeah, don't be surprised, you know my life, too

Yeat - Letras

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