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Kanye West
Kanye West
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Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
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Issac De Boni
Issac De Boni
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Jahmal D. Gwin
Jahmal D. Gwin
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Kanye West
Kanye West
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Michael Mule
Michael Mule
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Tyrone William Griffin Jr.
Tyrone William Griffin Jr.
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Ye
Ye
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BoogzDaBeast
BoogzDaBeast
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E.Vax
E.Vax
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FNZ
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Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
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Ye
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Baby, yeah Whoa, baby, who pick up when you call? Yeah, yeah 5:30, the car missin' No text backs or call misses, I feel like we all victims Nights be gettin' long Drunk textin', I should not do Patrón I hop on the phone, turn the music up, got in my zone Drunk textin', I should probably sue Patrón Had to do wrong order to do you right You gotta go through it order to give advice It's the price of the litty nights, I know the liquor hittin' Why when somebody break your heart, it help fix your vision? If you fall in love with a demon or a diva Pray your soulmate got a soul when you meet her The crystal ball couldn't tell me if they'll leave again Problems too extra large to share with a medium We fight not for flesh and blood on this level And devil's advocate is advocatin' for the devil And love is all drainin' and, stop, it's all fadin' We used to be secretive, but now it's all blatant It's all just lost, ain't it? Watchin' it all cave in We the topic of conversation 5:30, the car missin' No textin', just call missin' We fight and you won't listen You right, we both trippin' It's game time, matter of fact, it's Ye time The past year been a strange time Visitations on FaceTime And who gon' break whose heart first? Always just breaks mine Looking for blessings that God'll hand me I'm tryna just raise the family, somebody should raise the nanny I'm tryna leave you alone But that last text was courtesy of Patrón 5:30, the car missin' Emotions is all distant No texts, just calls missin' We fight and you won't listen You right, we both trippin' Barely holdin' on Barely holdin' on, oh Barely holdin' on I'm barely holdin' on 5:30, the car missin' Is this what you call distance? Throwing stones at a glass prison Cuss me out at our last visit Mad dizzy, we drunk, past limit You trippin' in public, that's bad business We crash out, but you callin' it passionate You bought the whole thing, but you scream when I'm laughin' And we too much for us, everybody except for us I don't know what's left of us, why the Devil keep testin' us? Tryna right what's left of us, tryna right what's left of us This the wire connecting us, I agree with the Reddit subs Everything they read, it was, everything they said it was Number one, you bet it was, better not forget it was Either way, we get enough You know it was, you know it is, you know the kid You know we did and we showed it Ten-ten, there's a hot chance she gon' go with it, she gon' fuck with it Sit beside, I'ma go again, I'ma break the walls, we be goin' in Pom-pom, yeah, the old man got 'em foldin' up Got him screamin' "I can't take it, I can't take it" You a fake bitch You don't really love Ye, go listen to Drake, bitch You ain't really dedicated like a tank, bitch Go listen to Lil Baby, go listen to Future, bitch First off, you don't think about your future, bitch Your fault, what you thought, that we was new to this? Hunnid miles on it, what I'm supposed to do with this? (Hunnid miles on it, what I'm supposed to do with this?) You won't turn the rappers down, you always say "yes" You don't really love Ye, go listen to Drake, bitch You don't love Dolla $ign, listen to Luther, bitch Listen to Lil Baby, listen to Future, bitch I hope your future baby daddy is a fugitive Can't sue CO, I don't never love these hoes You don't love Ye, you love Moneybagg Yo (You don't love Ye, you love Moneybagg Yo) What he mad for? You a fake bitch Go listen to Abel, better yet, listen to Drake, bitch Listen to Lil Baby, go listen to Future, bitch (Listen to Lil Baby, go listen to Future, bitch) And I hope your baby daddy was a fugitive And he leaves your ass right there where you used to live Don't go blamin' me, I'on got nothin' to do with this Them last words were Patrón That last text was Patrón I'm three-four drinks past drunk I might not make it home
Writer(s): Kanye West, Tyrone William Griffin, Evan Peter Mast Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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