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I can never get a break from it, no, whoa
Now everyone's the same, like a sickness to my brain
I won't let 'em get me, I won't sell my soul
I'ma let 'em hear my pain, sell it for a Patek wrist
Bitch, I'm rich, yeah
I can never get a break from it, no, whoa
Now everyone's the same, like a sickness to my brain
I won't let 'em get me, I won't sell my soul
I'ma let 'em hear my pain, sell it for a Patek wrist
Bitch, I'm rich, yeah

Search for my heart, you can't find it
I feel alone in the room
I'm feelin' overconsumed
So I'ma take more of the shrooms
'Cause that bitch gon' bring me my doom (yeah-yeah, yeah)
Pourin' up (yeah-yeah, whoa), rollin' up, yeah (yeah)
Pourin' up (yeah-yeah, whoa), rollin' up, yeah (yeah)
I hit the dash, vroom
V12, I'm swervin' the coupe, uh
And then she hittin' the roof (roof)
Nigga I came out the blue (yeah)
So I be covered in blue faces (woo)
Bitches gon' pick and they choose (yeah, yeah)
Money on me, change the mood crazy (woo)
I do not know how to lose (yeah)
Tryna get, get back, baby don't try that
All you lil' niggas tryna ride wave
I can never let that happen, so I'm comin' on over
I'ma switch place
I was on the setback, tryna get my net off
Now that I got that, I'ma switch lanes
You can never get that, damn it, lil' bitch
Leave her on seen (she been hittin' me for days)

I can never get a break from it, no, whoa
Now everyone's the same, like a sickness to my brain
I won't let 'em get me, I won't sell my soul
I'ma let 'em hear my pain, sell it for a Patek wrist
Bitch, I'm rich, yeah
I can never get a break from it, no, whoa
Now everyone's the same, like a sickness to my brain
I won't let 'em get me, I won't sell my soul
I'ma let 'em hear my pain, sell it for a Patek wrist
Bitch, I'm rich, yeah
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I can never get a break from it, no, whoa
Now everyone's the same, like a sickness to my brain
I won't let 'em get me, I won't sell my soul
I'ma let 'em hear my pain, sell it for a Patek wrist
Bitch, I'm rich, yeah
I can never get a break from it, no, whoa
Now everyone's the same, like a sickness to my brain
I won't let 'em get me, I won't sell my soul
I'ma let 'em hear my pain, sell it for a Patek wrist
Bitch, I'm rich, yeah

Search for my heart, you can't find it
I feel alone in the room
I'm feelin' overconsumed
So I'ma take more of the shrooms
'Cause that bitch gon' bring me my doom (yeah-yeah, yeah)
Pourin' up (yeah-yeah, whoa), rollin' up, yeah (yeah)
Pourin' up (yeah-yeah, whoa), rollin' up, yeah (yeah)
I hit the dash, vroom
V12, I'm swervin' the coupe, uh
And then she hittin' the roof (roof)
Nigga I came out the blue (yeah)
So I be covered in blue faces (woo)
Bitches gon' pick and they choose (yeah, yeah)
Money on me, change the mood crazy (woo)
I do not know how to lose (yeah)
Tryna get, get back, baby don't try that
All you lil' niggas tryna ride wave
I can never let that happen, so I'm comin' on over
I'ma switch place
I was on the setback, tryna get my net off
Now that I got that, I'ma switch lanes
You can never get that, damn it, lil' bitch
Leave her on seen (she been hittin' me for days)

I can never get a break from it, no, whoa
Now everyone's the same, like a sickness to my brain
I won't let 'em get me, I won't sell my soul
I'ma let 'em hear my pain, sell it for a Patek wrist
Bitch, I'm rich, yeah
I can never get a break from it, no, whoa
Now everyone's the same, like a sickness to my brain
I won't let 'em get me, I won't sell my soul
I'ma let 'em hear my pain, sell it for a Patek wrist
Bitch, I'm rich, yeah
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Writer: Andrew James Jr. Luce, Jason Jerry Scheff, Michael Olmo, Omer Fedi
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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