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Futuristic

Fire

 

Fire


You got that fire, you got that fire
You got that fire, you got that fire
You got that fire, you got that fire

Camp outs in the summer, I got yo number
I used to call you, a dude used to answer
I guess that's yo brother, fuck 'em
Couldn't tell you nothing
Your parents was tripping
Had your mind in the gutter
Cuz I make it rain, you gon' need a umbrella
You my Cinderella, I'mma need a propella
I'mma swim in it
Don't know nobody that's been in it
Tattoo that's say infinite
Look through me slow
Looks kill and you burn
Like a hole in my soul and I been sipping
You glowed up right quick
I blew up right quick
Hit you up, you still up?
See what's up right quick

You got that fire, you got that fire
You got that fire, you got that fire
You got that fire, you got that fire
You got that fire, you got that fire

Ain't nothing changed, except the change in the bank!
You still be feeling' the same
I still be stuck in my ways
Reminisce to the days at the old spot
Had my boy drop round the block
For the cold walk, didn't want no no noise
So I came through the side window cuz the door locked
Still you be creeping and leaving for weekends
So you can get a lil taste
That look get me everytime, I can't get away
Flame emoji, what you came to show me
But we staying' lowkey like pianos
Make you sing like sopranos
Wax that ass like a candle

You got that fire, you got that fire
You got that fire, you got that fire
You got that fire, you got that fire
You got that fire, you got that fire

Wood in a pit always pop
I had plenty eventually stopped
Nothing could feel like this here
I even love your mama and pops
I even love everything you're not
I didn't see it back then
We had to grow on our own
Grow apart then seek you again
I could find you in the dark
Through a scent and a energy
Pivily knew 'bout our symmetry
Wrapped in the dimity
Intimacy in the sea full of similes
In our identities
I used to see it all differently
Only remembered that I always missed it when we became history
It's not a mystery, need what you give to me
I hope you listening

You got that fire, you got that fire
You got that fire, you got that fire
You got that fire, you got that fire
You got that fire, you got that fire

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