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Day after day alone in my room I ask myself why, why can't I get through to you I feel like you're overreacting It's like we're going through the same

The moment that I met you girl I knew This heart could only be for you And I don't know if I'm ever gonna be any more to you Than a friend that you

See you on the Other Side...Keep it rolling my friend...Plenty of tape...

[Verse 1 - Cyhi] It may seem I'm sitting on a fortune But sometimes money is just so important In my hood, I'm equivalent to Jordan Dribbling on the court

gon' be here awhile In the bathroom, flat irons and nail files Spending hours in salons on your hairstyles In the mall steady racking up the air miles Hit the gym, step on

Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it Sunday we layin

Ohh . . . We can be bad That place that ain't been touched , I'm feeling on it I'll let you sit through, keep spinning on it Girl . . . Giddy Up Giddy Up , Take me on

I've lost the use of my heart But I'm still alive Still looking for the life The endless pool on the other side It's a wild wild west I'm doing my best

each other, they lost their minds, they gone. They quitting school, making babies, and can barely read, Some gone on to their fall, Lord have mercy on