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Fuck being modest
Do you listen to the sonnets?
I need a break from my conscious
Peeling at the snake skin on my hands
Fuck being modest
Do you listen to the sonnets?
I need a break from my conscious
Peeling at the snake skin on my hands
Even if I’m drunk, no matter what I’m gon' be honest
I don’t need advice from mother fuckers who ain’t lost it
Yeah, baby, we’re beyond this
What’s a hidden hill to these mountains?
Do you want a jacket 'cause this about to get cold
Runnin' to the storm can’t wait for the wind blow
But I love you, put that shit on my soul
I’m sorry I’m so numb and get quiet more than I don’t
I don’t know how to love, sometimes I don’t know how to trust
Th past will not be catchin' up
Pink moon dreams wher they couldn’t find us
She a rager think I need a monochrome
I won’t change up always keep it monotone
Don’t wanna stay home I need a rain coat
It’s stormin' need to lay low
Show me something new
Girl, you put me in the mood
We was up at 2:22 I was makin' you moan
You don’t like being told what to do but you know what to do
Within or without you, I love your tattoo
Fuck being modest
Listen to the sonnets
I need a break from my conscious
Snake skin on my hands
No matter what I’m gon' be honest
I don’t need advice from mother fuckers who ain’t lost it
Yeah, baby, we’re beyond this (Got me in a wad)
What’s a hidden hill to these mountains
Yeah I like that shit (Oh, oh)
Bring my shit back in, bring my shit back in (Ahh, go, go)
Second wind but I could never get enough (Run that shit)
Left the city but I’m king of my town
We gon' run this shit