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[Dua Saleh:] Don't you try me, if you hit the
town, I'll paint it red And if you decide to hit my phone I'll leave your ass on read Don't keep climbing, I'll go crazy, twist and turn in bed And if you decline my love my molten skin will surely shed Take a
picture, crop that nigga out Call me Saint Peter, got a
hook for the
mount Hear the
flicker of the
gas to the
mouth Graze my dinner in the
middle of the
drought Take the
winner in the
ranks and the
bout I'ma be the
glimmer in the
eyes of the
snout Twelve that shimmer like a
sunlit scout Pigs no printer, no claim, no clout Slum in the
sky Spaceship fears I'ma leave a
bottle of the
stained glass tears Plum in the
rye Hopped up peers I'ma leave a
gallon of the
same old years Sum of the
times Bane of the
ears No antenna on the
moonlit gears Climate dripped up Ice unclear Flames of the
piles in the
hemisphere Take a
picture, crop that nigga out Call me Saint Peter, got a
hook for the
mount Hear the
flicker of the
gas to the
mouth Graze my dinner in the
middle of the
drought Take the
winner in the
ranks and the
bout I'ma be the
glimmer in the
eyes of the
snout Twelve that shimmer like a
sunlit scout Pigs no printer, no claim, no clout Don't you try me, if you hit the
town, I'll paint it red And if you decide to hit my phone I'll leave your ass on read Don't keep climbing, I'll go crazy, twist and turn in bed And if you decline my love my molten skin will surely shed [Bas:] Yeah Swear you're like my Vegas nights All the
vices I'm afraid to fight Stay the
night We could light it like sage When the
scene is all staged We could burn the
last page And rewrite That's sage advice I
let you pick and I
pay the
price The
plug here I
guess we running from the
same things That's a
great thing I
been low, you create wings I
see your glow, you luminate Like exit signs to your bedroom I'm facedown in your heirlooms Your legs tight like legumes They good for me They good for me (They good for me) Beautiful and bittersweet Bite my tongue and bite the
bullet Life too short to fight the
moment Jump up on it (Jump up on it) Leave me with my miseries Turn my phone on airplane mode And light me like it's propane Blowing through the
breeze Before you freeze Over on me can you lean Over and pull me in closer And pitch it to me overhand? Love me like it's Notre Dame Quasimodo growing quasi feelings for you I
been fiending for you [Dua Saleh:] Take a
picture, crop that nigga out Call me Saint Peter, got a
hook for the
mount Hear the
flicker of the
gas to the
mouth Graze my dinner in the
middle of the
drought Take the
winner in the
ranks and the
bout I'ma be the
glimmer in the
eyes of the
snout Twelve that shimmer like a
sunlit scout Pigs no printer, no claim, no c
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