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Hypnos Wilks
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(Pop, pop, pop, pop)
(Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood)
(Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop)
What is that melody! (Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood)
Cover fire
I need a rumor
You're a school shooter
A problematic desire
I'm just a gun with the hire
Pop your skull and your tires
I want your feeling and everything in your fiber
Uh, uh, uh, uh
And I'm popping bubblegum
Yeah, I feel you on my tongue
Lick across the clip of my gun
Am I, am I in love
Or am I off the drugs?
Your girl say I fuck like a thug
She want kisses over blunts
Let the chains hit her face
Gunshots feel like a blade
Swerve the car, make me race
Suicide's a mistake
Snipers chill with barretts
Push you off of the edge
Don't get lost
Yeah, you know the cost, yeah
I hold my cross, yeah
I'm such a loss, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Just cut me off, yeah
I've had enough, yeah
I'm outta luck, yeah
I wanna run, yeah
Time is fading away
There is no escape
I'll run, I'll run
I'll run, I'll run
I'll run, I'll run
I'll run, I'll run
I'll run, I'll run
I'll run, I'll run
Feel the air, feel the tension that lies beneath
Hold your tongue, don't cry, just listen to me
You know my touch and you want it so vigorously
Your hips don't lie, come inside and follow my lead
Yeah, you work it
Girl, you work it
Now you're burnin'
I see the urges
Say you work it
Girl, you work it
Now you're burnin'
Writer(s): Hypnos Wilks
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