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Yeh they said I was a one time hit It ain't a one time thing I think it's time I quit Then it's back to longing for better days Wanna get paid Earn me a wage Shout and preach off a stage All the days the same Just let the words ring My baby got a short temper rein it in or take 'em off Friday nights I'm waiting long Saturdays we takin' off Sunday might be by myself In my room Bakin' off But baby off her short fuse Like to use those hands a lot And I got Thoughts in my head runnin' on analogue Ones and zeros there's nuttin' else in my catalogue Might get up In my brain I feel to cuss her out Then I think to myself maybe not I said the party I stepped to with my guys Felt alright at the time I lie Fear of missin' out pinnin' down My elbows and thighs I'mma down this right? She say she's all I got Don't wanna start no fights And I don't wanna go from Fuckin' every weekday To fightin' in my car are the walls ready to give way? Wishin' for more time with my kin Might take another dose of aspirin as I'm aspirin' to be a better man Than about a month ago Pull up to a show inflated ego Or dreamer in my own right Won't let them know I keep them on their toes I like to keep them on their toes I said I'm a dreamer but my ego so large won't let me grow Man all I know is the stars and the cars and the shows Garms and the clothes And look my bae she got a short fuse But she's the only one I wanna hold I said my lady got a short temper rein it in or take 'em off Friday nights I'm waiting long Saturdays we takin' off Sunday might be by myself In my room I'm bakin' off Baby off her short fuse Like to use those hands a lot Man I got Thoughts in my head runnin' on analogue Ones and zeros there's nuttin' else in my catalogue Might get up In my brain I feel to cuss her out And then I think to myself maybe not I said my baby got a short fuse rein it in or take 'em off Friday nights I'm waiting long N' saturdays we takin' off Sunday might be by myself In my room I'm bakin' off Baby off her short fuse Like to use those hands a lot And man I got Thoughts in my head runnin' on analogue Ones and zeros there's nuttin' else in my catalogue Might get up In my brain I feel to cuss her out Then I think to myself maybe not