Ay, pitch black Chevy antique, I was seventeen
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I ain't have nothing but some tees and a pair of jeans
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Palm trees, but it smell like weed in the front seat
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You was en route to being famous and everything
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White keys 'cause she's way too major for everything
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I wanna be a part of it, what you got going on
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Is it as sad as you make it out to be?
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I wanna be mad, but you take it out of me
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1995, teens in the Florida breeze
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Ice cream, shit was so sweet before everything
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Tight squeeze, tryna fit me into every day
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But you never came
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The world is movin', we were never meant to stay
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But I was working on the world
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I guess I thought that if I gave you what I had
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I guess I thought that it would work
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I never knew (oh)
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It was because of you (oh)
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I never knew
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Oh, I guess I never (knew)
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Ay, rich ass, tryna fit my Gs in these Prada jeans
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Mismatchin' with my Celines, king of everything
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Fifth stack comin' in this week, I bought everything
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Dispatchin' with dollar G's, pulled up, ripped the scene
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White keys 'cause she's way too major for everything
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You just want distance, somewhat
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Then I feel my heart inside my back
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I made a point to be intact
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And you don't even keep it wholesome with me
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You were singin' no songs with me
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The world is movin', we were never meant to stay
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But I was workin' on the world
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I guess I thought that if I gave you what I had
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I guess I thought that it would work
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I never knew (oh)
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It was because of you (oh)
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I never knew
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Oh, I guess I never (knew)
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