It's the Things I Use To Be
Flippin’ the flowers
At the radio station and
Stayin’ open
Like it’s
Seven eleven
Checking your rear view mirror,
Four, five, six,
In the morning
The truth is so clear
Well, it’s the things,
I use to be
Breaking bread
With salt and pepper,
Britney Spears and Diana Ross
All that really matter is
Those sexy styles, you wear
Stop flamboastin' me, because
Its gettin' hot, up in herr
Gurl, you so crazy
Just have a coke and a smile
Yeah, we shining in your brain and
Hangin’ low to the ground
The Russians been
Manipulating the weather, again
We don’t give a damn, because
We been living,
Up here,
In the cut
Stop playin’ with my beats
Well, it’s the things,
I use to be
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