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I love when you smell like your car Smell like you´ve been driving for days You ain´t even stop for gas, my nigga Mr. Postman, is you drivin´ to me? Is you drivin´ ´cross the country? You´ve been up for three days with one nap I know you miss the nighttime I know you miss your lifetime Tell me the truth about it Tell me the truth about it Tell us the truth about it Cocaine is ruthless I know the truth about it Cocaine is ruthless