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Cold Hart
Cold Hart
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Cold Hart
Cold Hart
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Thislandis
Thislandis
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YAWNS
YAWNS
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We could take a trip to the west side (Ohh) Look at palm trees and the street lights (Streetlights) Hopping on the metro, Blue Line (Blue Line) We ain't got no money but it's alright (Fuck it) I just wanna cuff you, like one time (Like one time) And I don't say a word to the one time (Fuck 12) Blowing our gas on the East Side (Cannot tell) Laying on the beach, getting tan lines (It's nice out) Buying gold teeth at the swap meet ('Til I'm old) Getting so fried that we can't speak (I can't speak) Posted with the gang, and they grimey (They grimey) On the Seven Ten like it's the Grand Prix(Yeah) They're like, "Where the fuck you been?" (Where you been?) 'Cause it ain't been the same since (No, oh) Let's go to Burger Hut again (Let's go) In your old Mercedes Benz (Oh) The refinery lets me know I'm home (Oh) So just come with me, meet me at Silvo We could take a trip to the west side Look at palm trees and the street lights (Streetlights) Hopping on the metro, Blue Line (Blue Line) We ain't got no money but it's alright (Yeah, fuck it) I just wanna cuff you, like one time (Fuck one time) And I don't say a word to the one time (Fuck 12) Blowing our gas on the East Side (Cannot tell) Laying on the beach, getting tan lines (It's nice out) Buying gold teeth at the swap meet ('Til I'm old) Getting so fried that we can't speak (Ohhhh) Posted with the gang, and they grimey (Ohhh) On the Seven Ten like it's the Grand Prix (Skrrt, yeah)
Writer(s): Cold Hart, Ryland Kelly, Yawns Yawns Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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