FIDLAR - Paycheck
Cold sweat, the summer?s gone,
Wake up, nobody?s home.
I got trouble my way, I guess I?m here to stay,
Somebody told me to leave ?cause I ain?t looking so great.
Somebody?s running out, I?m shooting everything,
Until I saw on TV, why did I give it away?
Busted, now it?s all about
Making, why you?re coming around?
I got trouble my way, I guess I?m here to stay,
Somebody told me to leave ?cause I ain?t looking so great.
Somebody?s running out, I?m shooting everything,
Until I saw on TV, why did I give it away?
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