| Whoa
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| Cold Hart baby, yaah
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| I swear I’ma hold onto my promise
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| I’ma stay down until the coffin
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| Saw me downtown, do you do this often?
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| Tell me, is this love? |
| I don’t know what to call it
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| My fit fire
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| But my life stupid as fuck, I’m expired
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| Tired of feeling so numb, I’m in pain
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| But we still turning up, I’m insane
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| I’m insane for your love, my fit fire
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| But girl, you fire as fuck and you ain’t tired
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| 'Cause you just stuck being numb, I’m in chains
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| Shining just like the sun and your name
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| It left a burn on my tongue, uhh
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| It left a burn on my tongue, like a cigarette
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| I’ma hit till it’s done, till there’s nothing left
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| Why you dressed in black like a silhouette?
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| Will you waste my time on the internet?
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| Blow a bag out the mall and get some Cinnabon
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| Too rare to die, don’t care to live
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| Baby I just want you too know
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| My fit fire
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| But my life stupid as fuck, I’m expired
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| Tired of feeling so numb, I’m in pain
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| But we still turning up, I’m insane
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| I’m insane for your love, my fit fire
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| But girl, you fire as fuck and you ain’t tired
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| 'Cause you just stuck being numb, I’m in chains
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| Shining just like the sun and your name
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| It left a burn on my tongue, uhh |