| I’m sinking my teeth in
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| Feed me to the wolves
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| I’ll come back as pack leader
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| Blood up on the snow like a Kill Bill scene
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| And when I need a break, find me with my Caribbean queen
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| Lemme pick ya brain, read ya thoughts
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| Pull em out like an Egyptian with the hooks
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| Head on a swivel, wrist full of crystals
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| Engage conversation without saying words
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| I rock a fur hood, riding solo on a business trip
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| Make up for the face tats when I’m prison visiting
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| Zero artillery, still move militant
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| Back corner of the restaurant I see everything
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| I won’t ever fit on your best friends playlists
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| They nothing like us and I love it like this
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| No match like an arrogant tinder addict
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| No match like the outfit on a colourblind bitch
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| I know ya next move
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| Don’t ask how I know
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| Close ya mouth lemme take ya soul out
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| I’m going back to my old town
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| Need to lay low
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| Baby, will you hold it down?
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| I said you’re wasting your time
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| Ain’t no time for talking
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| I delete memories out of my mind
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| Yeah, baby, I’m all in
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| Don’t let me choreograph what’s next
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| Moving like BTS, I don’t miss no steps
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| Would take the stars out of the sky, and craft you a necklace
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| But I cut my heart out for you and you ignoring my texts
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| I don’t like that
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| Living like I’m already dead though
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| How you know if I love you if you won’t let me go
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| They say if you love a flower then let it grow
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| Blood from the crown made of thorns on my head
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| Some things I don’t relive
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| It was what it was
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| It is what it is
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| I’m breaking the habit of thinking bout the end
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| Casting my magic I capture the moment
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| Some things I don’t relive
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| It was what it was
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| It is what it is
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| I’m breaking the habit of thinking bout the end
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| Casting my magic I capture the moment
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| I know ya next move
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| Don’t ask how I know
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| Close ya mouth lemme take ya soul out
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| I’m going back to my old town
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| Need to lay low
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| Baby, will you hold it down?
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| I said you’re wasting your time
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| Ain’t no time for talking
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| I delete memories out of my mind
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| Yeah, baby, I’m all in |