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It's a cold winter blizzards hit we playing through the whistle
Off the dribble, ain't got to act a thug to be official
They try to shoot me down told em better send the missiles
I tried to put em first but they made me reconsider
I'm addicted to the feeling that you giving I need healing
Cause you third wheeling, between my mind and my heart know it's misleading
And I don't mean it
And I'm learning
To not repeat it

I ain't even on but I gotchu when I am
You supposed to be my brother why you acting like a fan
Im only with the family I don't be around no friends
I got a good heart but can't help the way I am
She wants attention, love, and affection
She gon' get caught up in the lights like the rest did
Brodie told me chill but I already learned my lesson
Hear the things you say but you give me wrong impressions
Fly away fly away fly away
Would you show me love if I die today
Fly away fly away fly away
Trust me if you can we gon' find a way

It's a cold winter blizzards hit we playing through the whistle
Off the dribble, ain't got to act a thug to be official
They try to shoot me down told em better send the missiles
I tried to put em first but they made me reconsider
I'm addicted to the feeling that you giving I need healing
Cause you third wheeling, between my mind and my heart know it's misleading
And I don't mean it
And I'm learning
To not repeat it

All these new fits but I still refuse to change
I got blue strips sitting quiet in the bank
I be on new shit don't be mad you couldn't hang
And no I didn't choose this you could see how far we came
from nothing
All I ask is pray if you say you really love me
We ain't here to play shit ain't always gon be funny
You'll be lucky just to even hear from me
If I was in your shoes even I wouldn't trust me
If you love some learn to let it go
But fuck that everything I love I hold it close
Dont run from me feelings hard to show
Told you that I'm grown ain't afriad to be alone

It's a cold winter blizzards hit we playing through the whistle
Off the dribble, ain't got to act a thug to be official
They try to shoot me down told em better send the missiles
I tried to put em first but they made me reconsider
I'm addicted to the feeling that you giving I need healing
Cause you third wheeling, between my mind and my heart know it's misleading
And I don't mean it
And I'm learning
To not repeat it