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Verse 1. Well, I'm hot and I'm sober, sun beatin' down on my shoulders. Hair shy of hungover, baby, you know what I need. I got one empty koozie, girl, you know I ain't boujee. I don't carem I ain't c
Activity killed you. When are you gonna find half of things. That you knew in your body were wrong. I wanted to be friends with you. Now I have come to find it was mistaken. In passion nobody was