I went to Norway just to find that the climate didn't really suit me
I passed out in the backseat of a jacuzzi, yeah
Fly out, crash land, no nap, instead I stay up
Passed out, was it because of you
Or did I leave my foundation stuck, uh
I guess a combination of both
Where patterns fall out, go
I mix the goats up, new world
A meter charger, yeah, backpack slow
How he hit me when I'm charged up
No witnesses came back for the dope
So I told him get out of here
I got five minutes till you back in your home
All you motherf*ckers talk shit, real slick
Crash out, motherf*cker don't wanna get him gold
I told three men get out of here, you not tripping harder
Yeah, you not with remotes
I recognize these patterns when they happen
It really took away the magic of processing abjects
I got the hardest shit, the hardest flips
The hardest whips, the hardest dips
The hardest shit, that made the shit
That flipped the shit, that get the shit
That rip the shit, ay
Four minutes later came through
Passed out new bricks on the block
New line, new level tooth
And yet all my words are about you
All my songs are about you
All my pain is about you
Ok, that's not fair to say, but, hey
You know, I'm f*cked up about you
And that's true
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I went to Norway just to find that the climate didn't really suit me
I passed out in the backseat of a jacuzzi, yeah
Fly out, crash land, no nap, instead I stay up
Passed out, was it because of you
Or did I leave my foundation stuck, uh
I guess a combination of both
Where patterns fall out, go
I mix the goats up, new world
A meter charger, yeah, backpack slow
How he hit me when I'm charged up
No witnesses came back for the dope
So I told him get out of here
I got five minutes till you back in your home
All you motherf*ckers talk shit, real slick
Crash out, motherf*cker don't wanna get him gold
I told three men get out of here, you not tripping harder
Yeah, you not with remotes
I recognize these patterns when they happen
It really took away the magic of processing abjects
I got the hardest shit, the hardest flips
The hardest whips, the hardest dips
The hardest shit, that made the shit
That flipped the shit, that get the shit
That rip the shit, ay
Four minutes later came through
Passed out new bricks on the block
New line, new level tooth
And yet all my words are about you
All my songs are about you
All my pain is about you
Ok, that's not fair to say, but, hey
You know, I'm f*cked up about you
And that's true
I passed out in the backseat of a jacuzzi, yeah
Fly out, crash land, no nap, instead I stay up
Passed out, was it because of you
Or did I leave my foundation stuck, uh
I guess a combination of both
Where patterns fall out, go
I mix the goats up, new world
A meter charger, yeah, backpack slow
How he hit me when I'm charged up
No witnesses came back for the dope
So I told him get out of here
I got five minutes till you back in your home
All you motherf*ckers talk shit, real slick
Crash out, motherf*cker don't wanna get him gold
I told three men get out of here, you not tripping harder
Yeah, you not with remotes
I recognize these patterns when they happen
It really took away the magic of processing abjects
I got the hardest shit, the hardest flips
The hardest whips, the hardest dips
The hardest shit, that made the shit
That flipped the shit, that get the shit
That rip the shit, ay
Four minutes later came through
Passed out new bricks on the block
New line, new level tooth
And yet all my words are about you
All my songs are about you
All my pain is about you
Ok, that's not fair to say, but, hey
You know, I'm f*cked up about you
And that's true
Writer: David Rowe
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