Album: Because The Internet (2013)
Charted: 64
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  • No matter what you say or what you do
    When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
    Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
    Till 3005, hold up

    Hold up, wait a minute, all good just a week ago
    Crew at my house and we party every weekend so
    On the radio, that's my favorite song
    Made me bounce around, like I don't know, like I won't be here long
    Now the thrill is gone
    Got no patience, cause I'm not a doctor
    Girl why is you lying, girl why you Mufasa
    Yeah, mi casa su casa, got a stripper like Gaza
    Got so high off volcanoes, now the flow is so lava
    Yeah, we spit that saliva, iPhone got message from Viber
    Either the head is so hydra, or we let bygones be bygones
    "My God, you pay for your friends?" I'll take that as a compliment
    Got a house full of homies, why I feel so the opposite?
    Incompetent ain't the half of it
    Saturdays we Young Lavish-ing
    Saddest shit, is I'm bad as it
    These they took from the cabinet (woah)
    Sorry, I'm just scared of the future
    Till 3005, I got your back, we can do this, hold up

    No matter what you say or what you do
    When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
    Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
    Till 3005, hold up

    No matter what you say or what you do
    When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
    Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
    Till 3005, hold up

    I used to care what people thought
    But now I care more
    Man nobody out here's got it figured out
    So therefore, I've lost all hope of a happy ending
    Depending on whether or not it's worth it
    So insecure, no one's perfect
    We spend it, with no shame
    We blow that, like Coltrane
    We in here, like Rogain
    Or leave it, like Cobain
    And when I'm long gone, whole crew sing a swan song
    Cause we all just ticking time bombs, got a lambo like Lebron's mom
    And no matter where all of my friends go
    Emily, Fam, and Lorenzo
    All of them people my kinfolk
    At least I think so
    Can't tell
    Cause when them checks clear, they're not here
    Cause they don't care
    It's kinda sad, but I'm laughing whatever happens
    Assassins are stabbed in the back of my cabin
    Labrador yapping
    I'm glad that it happened, I mean it
    Between us, I think there's something special
    And if I lose my mental, just hold my hand
    Even if you don't understand, hold up

    No matter what you say or what you do
    When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
    Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
    Till 3005, hold up

    No matter what you say or what you do
    When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
    Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
    Till 3005, hold up

    We did it! Yay!
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