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I'm Sammy-Jo, and my favorite colors are black and red Let me find my way out of this bitch Find myself high in the distance Find me up, lying in this ditch With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin' If I can't find the time to get my heart out Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound Ain't no telling, no telling so call the coroner Let me find my way out of this bitch Find myself high in the distance Find me up, lying in this ditch With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin' If I can't find the time to get my heart out Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound Ain't no telling, no telling so call the coroner Aye, I'ma just bounce with that In fact I bought a whole damn house with that Aye, hand me where the ounces at Tell me where the damn these ounces at Aye, tell me where the ounces at Tell me where the ounces, ounces at Aye, tell me where the ounces at Tell me where the ounces, ounces at It's getting hot, you best just— (Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down) The effects can't touch this (Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down) Stepped up, step down, bitch (Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down) Wait, wait, wait I'm alive, I'm alive, the bags in my ride, I I ain't ever been the one that's scared of you Baby, you can come and get it I'm alive, I'm alive, the bags in my ride, I Baby, when the karma gets you Maybe you can run away with us In my bag in the vault, moving on, move along Damn I fall, move too fast, life is skidding to a halt Got back on the road, and made it to the start Disregard me, emotional discharge Can't forget the mission, put it to my heart I ain't playing games, but you can play a part Standing up apart behind my battle scars Money walk and money talk, but money no make comfortable Big ass house and big ass car don't add up when you die alone I want white knights like five lights for some little chromes I want bliss, no strife Rewind, don't slice around my aura with the better lies I want a better life, bend around the corner One deep, eyes shut when they know the place But you don't know me, I don't correlate Straight from manipulation wouldn't wanna infiltrate my brothers Still wanna get me high, eyes low off that methadone Always throwing curve, like a reaper sight Gnawing on my wood like a termite Entering my world like a parasite (Parasite, parasite, parasite, parasite) Praise God, hallelujah! I'm still depressed At war with my conscience, paranoid, can't find that shit Woo, praise God, hallelujah! I'm still depressed At war with my conscience, paranoid, I can't— Let me find my way out of this bitch I'm Sammy-Jo, and my favorite colors are black and red With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin' If I can't find time to get my heart out Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the word down Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound Ain't no telling, no telling so call the coroner Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots and you Light it up better dodge the cops And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks I- I- miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots, I- I- Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks I- I- Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots and you Miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots, I- I- Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks I- I- miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots I- I- miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots, I- I-