| Run it up, run it back
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| The beat hard, big facts
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| I don’t even gotta say it, like
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| I don’t even wanna say it, uh
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| 'Cause you don’t even know me, like
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| You don’t even know what it’s like
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| Throwing up in the bathroom
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| Punching holes in the-
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| Know you can see me pull up with the drip
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| Blood on my fist, know that life is a bitch
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| Feel like I always be throwin' a fit
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| Life is a club, I don’t know how I fit, like, yuh
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| Fuck about a 'he say, she say'
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| Swervin' in the whip like a speedway
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| Me and Trav on the beat like a relay
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| Everybody else feeling cliché
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| Bloodlust
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| A crush, a kiss, a kill
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| It’s all the same
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| True love
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| Is nothing but a war
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| It’s all the same
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| You’re the knife I used to drag across my veins
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| You’re the gun that sends the bullet to my brain
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| Know you can see me pull up with the drip
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| Blood on my fist, know that life is a bitch
|
| Feel like I always be throwin' a fit
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| Life is a club, I don’t know how I fit, like, yuh
|
| Fuck about a 'he say, she say'
|
| Swervin' in the whip like a speedway
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| Me and Trav on the beat like a relay
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| Everybody else feeling cliché
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| Bloodlust
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| A crush, a kiss, a kill
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| It’s all the same
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| True love
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| Is nothing but a war
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| It’s all the same
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| Would you die for me?
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| Yeah, love, it’s all the same
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| Would you die for me?
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| Yeah, love, it’s all the same
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| You’re the knife I used to drag across my veins
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| You’re the gun that sends the bullet to my brain
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| I’m tied to the tracks and you’re the speeding train
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| And I hope someday that you can taste my pain |