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When I come up in the club… I’m talking mad shit.
Come up in the club – I’m bout to get my ass kicked.
Cause I’m sipping on some gin, sip sipping on some jack, slip sixty in her panties with my number on the back.

Cause the proof is in the Kodak, of throwbacks in a dark and vacant corner – you were freezing – I was warmer.
And the roof is blown, you know that. And baby chases like she don’t know what she’s seeing – I was steady – you were fleeting.

Punkbitch - cause I’ve seen it before.
Punkbitch - and I don’t care anymore
Punkbitch - and I just want you to know, that we dating mad models and poppin mad bottles tonight.

When I come up in the club,… I’m actin mad dumb. Ladies lookin at me tell em come and get some.
Cause I’m sipping on some jack, sip sipping on some gin, tip tipping all the strippers like I know them as my friends.

Cause the proof is in the Kodak, of throwbacks in a dark and vacant corner – you were freezing – I was warmer
And the roof is blown, you know that. And baby chases like she don’t know what she’s seeing – I was steady – you were fleeting.

Punkbitch - cause I’ve seen it before.
Punkbitch - and I don’t care anymore
Punkbitch - and I just want you to know, that we dating mad models and poppin mad bottles tonight.

Write it down, and scratch the nouns, cause I just can’t keep coming back…

You put my picture in a box, it was the one inside your locket. What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket? Your fingers say to come but your eyes say I should stop it. If I regret all I’ve done I would be trapped inside that locket.