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I hold my liquor
But this man cant handle his weed
Dark and lonely now
In Chicago south from town
I love Indiana
I heard in the radio now.
I cant handle no liquor
But these bitches cant handle me
I cant control my bitches
And my bitches they cant control me
You say you know me, my bitches
But you just really dont know me.
Bitch I'm back out my coma, waking up on your sofa
When I park my Range Rover, slightly scratch your Corolla
Okay, I smashed your Corolla, I'm hanging the hangover
Five years we been over, ask me why I came over
One more hit and I can own ya,
Baby girl hes a loner, baby girl hes a loner
Late night on October
After that hes just on ya
After that hes just hopeless
Soulmates become solars
When its over its over
My bitch Im back out my coma.