Thinking Out Loud Yung Bans

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[Chorus]
I got angels, know I'm gon' make it see no evil
Caught in the Matrix, dodgin' the cases, feel like Neo
Amiri with the chains, was on that gang shit, that's the trio
Keep on callin', tellin' me to charge, like fuck my PO
Tell my momma I'm sorry, think the drugs got me
Jumped off the porch, I ollie
Why these streets so grimey, 1100 block we slimey
[?] blow all my time please
Thinkin' out loud, don't mind me
Thinkin' out loud, don't mind me

[Verse]
Jug, finesse
Young nigga ridin' 'round in a rental
Killed that boy in coincidental, shootin' shit out the window
Leave a nigga stretched out, [?] out
Yellow duct tape, whitе chalk, whole block gon' stand still
And I ain't gotta say too much, keep it on hush
One call gon' get 'еm
Know a young nigga got the MAC out, slats out
Get a lil' bitch, blow her back out
In the strip club with the racks out
Throw the whole thing 'fore a young nigga smash out
One [?] fight, nigga we was [?]
[?] I was at, [?] crack out
Ain't know what to [?]
Ain't know what to do with my life
I had to earn me some stripes
He think he fresh, I'm ripe
Niggas hate me like Christ
Stick in the bag, don't fight
Better get smoked like pipes
Real deal thief in the night