maduro

Heylog
 Sir, if you'd like to smoke, you need to be another 20 feet from the door
 So, roll me further, bitch
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 Don't you ever talk about me or you're gonna get yourself hurt
 I wake up and I'm winning, how does second feel when I'm first?
 My life might be lame, but at least that I'm not lamer
 I gotta get going and I hope to see you never
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 I'm getting closer and closer and closer and closer and
 Closer and closer and closer and closer
 It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over
 'Cause I'ma steer off if I keep losing composure
 You're getting closer and closer and closer and closer and
 Closer and closer and closer and close-
 It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's-
 If you ever talk about me, boy, you're gonna get your ego hurt
 How does second feel when I'm consistently just placing first?
 Maybe you'll reflect from your mistakes just how I have learned
 We are not the same, 'cause you are opposite of my d-
 I have fun, I don't need a beer
 You talk and it goes out my ear
 My hair smells like tobacco smoke
 Puff cigars, the brand's Maduro
 She's wasted while I'm cooking heat (damn, son)
 I can't talk, I'm making a beat
 Can't text, I'm sweating down my chin
 Pump iron, bumping 2hollis
 Don't you ever talk about me or you're gonna get yourself hurt
 I wake up and I'm winning, how does second feel when I'm first?
 My life might be lame, but at least that I'm not lamer
 I gotta get going and I hope to see you never
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah