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Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, ooh, ooh Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, ooh, ooh My baby, my baby Why you treat me so cold? You put me out on the side of the road I had my own thing going way before you came along Now it's 3:45 in the morn', and I've been up callin' your phone (Uh) Spill drinks on my clothes She throwin' hands 'bout some hoes in my DMs, tryna be low I gotta go, I got goals, I got shows, for sure They out sold, I don't sell my soul My soul sails, no parasails My paragraphs jail, well life real Life, know real, I persevere from out the lion grill To my defense, you just offended 'cause you ride the bench I'm sidin' with God, ridin' with y'all got me in problems Findin' my flaws, I feel a force, I'm, built for it, fortified It ain't 1954, I ain't your nigga, boy One hand Glock, John Hancock Want a signature? Send the coordinates, drop a pin, I'm feelin' immature Letras de cancionesCentaurs rumblin' through the forest, check your temperature Fuck niggas, bitch You cry–when I'm–brighten your day You cry-cry–when I'm–brighten your day You cry–when I'm–brighten your day (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, stand) We're always fighting (Fighting) You always leave (You always leave) Mentally drowning (Mentally drownin') Eventually (Eventually) Her mind's on money (Money) My mind's on green (Mind's on green) Yeah, you're enticing (Enticing) Yes indeed (Yes indeed) Runnin' through the maze like lab rat Or an Indian in the field with a hazmat Runnin' away from small pox, packin' like backpacks Stack up your Andrew Jacks, 'til you come back like clap backs No cap, no capitalist, billionnaire back tax No black Batman, countin' Benjamin Afflecks But once you get that money they gon' say you don't act black I said I might be lightskin, bitch, but I'm matte black I know many moochers like Cab They like to use us like movers in Ubers and cabs Uncle Sam is the one that really could use a hijab It's hard to face it when you used to usin' ghostfaces I could hardly blame my people for confusin' bags You should brag, I refuse to beg I'm a howling wolf, pull up in that chess records who's your dad? (Skrrr) I know my freedom papers ain't my payment stubs But how could you blame a nigga just for chasin' tubs We're always fighting (Fighting) You always leave (You always leave) Mentally drowning (Mentally drownin') Eventually (Eventually) Her mind's on money (Money) My mind's on green (Mind's on green) Yeah, you're enticing (Enticing) Yes indeed (Yes indeed) From Letras Mania