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Late, Late. Late. Late

How many people you know live a life like this?

How many people might die, who you might not miss

Swerve off the road let me die real quick

I′on give a f*ck cause i know you don't miss me

Call no answer, I know you tipsy

You at the club, but I need you quickly

Stress in the head and a gun right with me

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Nobody care if I ever go missing

I do it myself no assistance

One last breath is my only mission

Trip to hell I′on need admission

I tell the b***h shut up cause you really don't miss me

Calling your phone cause i want you to listen

When they wake up to the news got em wishing

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All this cash

What I do?

With these ones?

Couple stripper bitches dance for me

It's a lot of fun

Liquor Bag. Tell-em Liquor me

Time to have some fun

She said huh? It′s like after three

I can′t see the sun

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It's just the way to live

It′s just the way I been trained how to give

Dead with some blood on her lip

It'll wash off while she taking a dip

Taking a trip

I can′t give a f*ck I'm not stuck in the past

I′m giving her rip

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