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(KO, this one crazy, fool)
Uh
(Fas, you made a hit)

Uh, 23 with a big money tree
Tryna plant some more, all the sunshine and time
Okay, watch how that bitch grow
So much rain on my window pane, still won't let it show
Bullets rain through my window, mane
Everyone get low, youngin on the floor
Like if I make it home, I promise I won't sin again
Soon as the smoke clear up, we gon' spin the bend
Jumping on a jet and chasing checks just like a business man
Kiss her feet, grip her by her neck, much than a gentleman, uh
Okay, saving up them bands again
'Cause I learned 'bout life and I know hard of the hands you get
They left me stranded here, I got locked in on this plannin' shit, oh
Yeah, okay, try to remake youngin, but the youngin is a one of one
God gave me daughters, but he blessed me with my brother's sons (aw, yeah)
Fresh out of the trenches, drop my niggas off a honeybun
'Cause I know when it's hard and in my heart know where they coming from
You wanna see the stars, get in the car, and you can get a glimpse
Hustle out the trenches, baby, so don't mix me up with him
I ran up them millions, baby, so don't mix me up with him
This ain't no pandemic, baby, so don't mix me us with them
Okay and I can tell your tired, I can see it got your hands full (got your hands full)
I think it's too much for you to handle
You had a thousand thoughts a minute, you think too much (you be thinkin' too much)
But you don't never say too much (don't be saying too much)
So sing too, I'm lonely
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, oh

You had a thousand thoughts a minute, you think too much
But you don't never say too much
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Yeah, yeah
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, yeah
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(KO, this one crazy, fool)
Uh
(Fas, you made a hit)

Uh, 23 with a big money tree
Tryna plant some more, all the sunshine and time
Okay, watch how that bitch grow
So much rain on my window pane, still won't let it show
Bullets rain through my window, mane
Everyone get low, youngin on the floor
Like if I make it home, I promise I won't sin again
Soon as the smoke clear up, we gon' spin the bend
Jumping on a jet and chasing checks just like a business man
Kiss her feet, grip her by her neck, much than a gentleman, uh
Okay, saving up them bands again
'Cause I learned 'bout life and I know hard of the hands you get
They left me stranded here, I got locked in on this plannin' shit, oh
Yeah, okay, try to remake youngin, but the youngin is a one of one
God gave me daughters, but he blessed me with my brother's sons (aw, yeah)
Fresh out of the trenches, drop my niggas off a honeybun
'Cause I know when it's hard and in my heart know where they coming from
You wanna see the stars, get in the car, and you can get a glimpse
Hustle out the trenches, baby, so don't mix me up with him
I ran up them millions, baby, so don't mix me up with him
This ain't no pandemic, baby, so don't mix me us with them
Okay and I can tell your tired, I can see it got your hands full (got your hands full)
I think it's too much for you to handle
You had a thousand thoughts a minute, you think too much (you be thinkin' too much)
But you don't never say too much (don't be saying too much)
So sing too, I'm lonely
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, oh

You had a thousand thoughts a minute, you think too much
But you don't never say too much
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Yeah, yeah
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, yeah
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Writer: Alex May O'Shaughnessy, Fedor Sommerfeld, Joao Camarneiro, Luz Karina Corrigan, Oscar Knight, Rodarius M. Green, William Boyette
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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