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Don't
get
too
attached,
man
Running
through
attachments
Running
to
the
money
like
the
motherfucking
tax
man
Counting
like
a
math
test
Baby,
are
you
back
yet?
I
don't
even
need
her,
take
the
seats
up
Can
you
Itching
through
my
body,
swear
to
God,
I'm
fucking
fiending
Baby,
quit
texting
your
boyfriend,
all
that
drama,
we
don't
need
it
Switch
it
up
and
repeat
it,
I
switch
it
up
when
I
freak
it
Yeah,
I'm
just
trying
to
get
you
wet,
I
do
not
care
how
you
treated
Don't
get
too
attached,
man
Running
through
attachments
Running
to
the
money
like
the
motherfucking
tax
man
Counting
like
a
math
test
Baby,
are
you
back
yet
I
don't
even
need
her,
take
the
seats
up
Can
you
pass
that
Ah,
fuck,
I'm
fiending
dude,
do
you
have
a
toke
Uh,
yeah,
yeah,
come
into
the
stall,
bro
Aight
It's
broccoli
flavor,
bro
What
the
fuck
I
can't
fucking
take
it
up
I'm
sick
of
fucking
faking
it
Don't
care
about
your
boyfriend,
all
I
care
is
when
y'all
breaking
up
Get
faded
while
I'm
waking
up
You
want
it,
then
you
paying
up
Keep
talking
'bout
your
body
count,
'cause
all
I
care
is
counting
up
Don't
get
too
attached,
man
Running
through
attachments
Running
to
the
money
like
the
motherfucking
tax
man
Counting
like
a
math
test
Baby,
are
you
back
yet
I
don't
even
need
her,
take
the
seats
up
Can
you
pass
that
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