2muchfaith

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Too much faith in these weak hoes, that love shit got played out
 Tell me why I can't leave her 'lone, she cut, copied, and pasted
 Outta my dreams, my thoughts, it's holdin' me from my boss shit (my good sir, October cooked that beat)
 20 minutes go to four hours, I fell in love with a boss bitch
 Fishin' all day, lookin' 'round for a queen, I still ain't caught shit
 On the phone with a bad ho, inspirin' me to write raw shit
 I'm hurt as hell 'cause I really like her, that's my fault, I fall quick for these hoes
 I don't really be pullin' bitches, it shows, huh
 I don't really be hangin' 'round these actors called my bros, huh
 Weird niggas get turned on by these hoes just 'cause of toes, uh
 Weird ass lil' boy, judgin' other niggas based off of clothes, huh
 Let me stay in my soapbox, where I'm worried 'bout my goals, huh
 Every day, smokin' big dope, I'ma puff-puff 'til I doze, uh
 Told myself, "I don't need a bitch", I don't like the life I chose, huh
 Solo-dolo my lifestyle, it's cool as hell, I suppose, ayy, haha, yeah-yeah, look
 Too much faith in these weak hoes, that love shit got played out
 Tell me why I can't leave her 'lone, she cut, copied, and pasted
 Outta my dreams, my thoughts, it's holdin' me from my boss shit
 20 minutes go to four hours, I fell in love with a boss bitch
 Fishin' all day, lookin' 'round for a queen, I still ain't caught shit
 On the phone with this bad ho, inspirin' me to write raw shit
 I'm hurt as hell 'cause I really like her, that's my fault, I fall quick for these hoes
 

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Duration
01:14
Key
1
Tempo
115 BPM

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