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Girl, what can I say? I'm ballin', I'm ballin' I'm so lost, I can't never call around I'm stallin', but I keep fallin' down Tell me now, why do you treat me like some kind of clown? Oh, now this clown walkin' around with a purple frown, no No tricks up my sleeve Baby gon' give me a choice now I need you to be using your voice now This ain't the time for them childish games The lord in my head and it went up in flames Think how that's makin' me feel It got me feelin' like none of it's real I talked to God and he don't want to deal Shit, demons on me, keep gettin' the chills I tend to stare at my own storm but get upset when it rains This cloud got horses and I'm at the wheel, but can't get the rain Goin' 120, can't let off the gas In the rain, but I still can't crash So I knew I was meant to last And I never looked at the past again Past again, past again Never looked at the past, never looked at the past again From Letras Mania