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Tightrope All of this shit, off the top rope Praying we land, I got high hopes Know where we going, just drive slow Knew she the one, she brought 5 more We heading right to the condo Speeding, just look at the console Ending the night like it's bravo Got me got me I need options, pizza vert no toppings Follow me, follow me, I'm on island I got fantasy need therapy probably I need better things recipe currency Don't mean much, guess we'll see, fairy tale making ends meet Find the time as I dig deep got that shit out my system All this shit, off my ribs feel this episode need a re-run How you feel, how you feel YSL you can tell If she ain't naked, I don't care, late night in her feels I be back I don't care, blow it all that's a risk How you feel, how you feel, could give a fuck about the shit My bitch sidekick, steering wheel vice grip Good brain ideas, all I wrote type shit Tightrope All of this shit, off the top rope Praying we land, I got high hopes Know where we going, just drive slow Knew she the one, she brought 5 more We heading right to the condo Speeding, just look at the console Ending the night like it's bravo Tightrope All of this shit, off the top rope Praying we land, I got high hopes Know where we going, just drive slow Knew she the one, she brought 5 more We heading right to the condo Speeding, just look at the console Ending the night like it's bravo Momma called Asked me if it's worth it to me I'll be honest, not at all This ain't what I thought it was I guess don't get me wrong, I know I'm blessed Sometimes I'm tempted just to hit That fucking ganja for the stress, but I make that pussy my getaway vehicle She give it up, but she wish I was dateable I don't say much when I notice the pain on her face It reminds me of kids I would see in school Empathy coming in waves Then it just tends to be something that fades Me, I been searching for something that lasts Don't want no remedy numbing the pain Told me her wrist is in love with the blade Damn, I wish there was something I could say I know this life doesn't come with a key I know the kitchen don't come with a maid I got the hits they be wanting to play Fuck with the vision is what they gon' say Whether it's positive or that shits negative Bet they go mention my mothafuckin' name Momma called Asked me if it's worth it to me I'll be honest, not at all This ain't what I thought it was I guess don't get me wrong, I know I'm blessed Sometimes I'm tempted just to hit That fucking ganja for the stress, but Tightrope All of this shit, off the top rope Praying we land, I got high hopes Know where we going, just drive slow Knew she the one, she brought 5 more We heading right to the condo Speeding, just look at the console Ending the night like it's bravo Tightrope All of this shit, off the top rope Praying we land, I got high hopes Know where we going, just drive slow Knew she the one, she brought 5 more We heading right to the condo Speeding, just look at the console Ending the night like it's bravo
Writer(s): Jonathan Grant, Paavo Siljamaeki, Anthony Mcguinness, Andrew Bayer, Martin Longstaff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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