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She a throwaway, woah Can't get high no, ayy, yo, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy Can't get high no more, tell me when it's over She wanna take my soul, go away, ayy Thirty twenty rolls, made it off of shows Spend it on some bows, control the pace I don't trust them hoes, but I love 'em though Spend it on her clothes, she a throwaway, ayy I'm not in the mood, I can't eat no food Everything I choose, stomach throw it away, ayy I miss my old hood, I hope they all good We just grew apart and it's okay, ayy Hope they try to rob me for my hopes and dreams I'm a real reactor and I won't blink, uh She wanna be a factor and that's okay, ayy He wanna be a actor and get no pay, ayy Everybody be upset, talkin' 'bout my old ways We just on a different level and it's okay, ayy Can't get high no more, tell me when it's over I wish my P.O. would just go away, ayy She wanna take my soul, spend it on her clothes And I'ma let the bitch 'cause it's okay, ayy Everybody but her trippin' on my old ways I'm my mother's baby, I see your face, ayy SongtexteWestside 'til the low, tatted on my soul I'm an Austin nigga like Stone Cold Steve, ayy Mm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Can't get high no more and its o-, ayy, ayy, ayy Can't get high no more, tell me when it's over She wanna take my soul, go away, ayy Aus Songtexte Mania