| We made it, painted on the streets where we walk
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| Just say it, sleep pulled on your sleeve while we talk
|
| To the villains and people we feel sorry for
|
| The runway, never seen a flight like this
|
| And you know, I can read it right off your chest, oh
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| Fuck the villains and people that stay toxic
|
| If you don’t wanna go my way
|
| Then kiss me goodbye
|
| Yeah, we both got similar taste
|
| But not enough tongue
|
| If you don’t wanna go my way
|
| Then kiss me goodbye
|
| Yeah, we both got similar taste
|
| But not enough tongue
|
| We made it, painted on the streets where we walk
|
| Just say it, sleep pulled on your sleeve while we talk
|
| To the villains and people we feel sorry for
|
| The runway, never seen a flight like this
|
| And you know, I can read it right off your chest, oh
|
| Fuck the villains and people that stay toxic
|
| If you don’t wanna go my way
|
| Then kiss me goodbye
|
| Yeah, we both got similar taste
|
| But not enough tongue
|
| If you don’t wanna go my way
|
| Then kiss me goodbye
|
| Yeah, we both got similar taste
|
| But not enough tongue
|
| If you don’t wanna go my way
|
| Then kiss me goodbye
|
| Yeah, we both got similar taste
|
| But not enough tongue
|
| If you don’t wanna go my way
|
| Then kiss me goodbye
|
| Yeah, we both got similar taste
|
| But not enough tongue |