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Accepting My Flaws

Artist:Future  Album:High Off Life  Writer:Nayvadius Wilburn  Composer:Nayvadius Wilburn  Release Year:2020 

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Was there to see all of the real raw shit, but you ain't stay Well, I got, kept it all to myself, you know what I mean? Haha It's understandable You know exactly who a motherfucker is, though You know what I'm saying? You know exactly who a motherfucker is You could've been right here with a motherfucker, but you ain't wanna be right here with a motherfucker How the fuck you gon' look at me now and try to holler at me like we motherfuckin' friends? You know we ain't no motherfuckin' friends Yeah, nigga You know how I fuckin' get it I know I ain't perfect, you know what I'm sayin'? Perfect That's my rider, nigga (808 Mafia) Shawty, ride with me Lord, forgive me, I've been on a rampage Grim Reaper ridin' in the Rolls Royce, yeah, yeah Spent a day to sober up, then I popped me one up I can't pop up when I want with her, she popular I've been tryna fight my demons, I've been tryna fight my cup I always tell her she my therapy, I told her it was rough She acceptin' all my flaws, I got diamonds with the cut I've been sufferin' withdrawals, missin' out on real love Different, you a angel, true to me They gon' try to convince me that it's different But I know, it's in my spirit and I can feel it, yeah She don't bring up when these bitches bein' miserable and typical Take my blood, baby, we goin' digital Thousand dollar ski boots by Perry Ellis And I don't plan on taking no ski trip, they even drip (Woo) Chanel fanny pack out in Egypt, ain't no reason Gucci bucket hat for all my heathens Temporary distractions, ain't no grievin' 'cause they reachin' Copy and they clone what I'm feedin', they be thievin' China white in my home, be strategic, I gotta feed ya Grind up on my own 'cause I see how they mistreat me Don't you let 'em turn you on me, I see it, I can peep it Pill like white Patron, I can see it, you conceited Talkin' on the phone, and yeah, my tone mischievous Plastic or the chrome, whatever we need to keep us heated Canary yellow stone, girl, shine on my demons I feel it in my bones when you takin' out my semen I purchased a couple Cashmere sweaters this evening Take you for a walk in the park like a deacon Half a ticket, pullin' up on you and mamacita

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