Fold 'Em
Fold 'em
I'm folding you
Like cash in an urn
I'm drowning you
You'll thrash but you'll turn
Fold 'em
And I'm letting go
As drips down a well
And if you don't know
I'll bend as I swell
Got a fear of the night
Dead souls in a fog
So I'm fucked and I'm lost
So I'll fold 'em
Fold 'em
Fold 'em
What if the skies are closing?
What if I've come too far?
What if the caps are melting?
Are we folding?
What if the skies are closing?
What if I've come too far?
What if the caps are melting?
Are we folding?
People are dying, mommas are crying
Look in the eyes of a lion
And tell me he's lying, he's trying his best
But a savage a savage, no folding in
To the lies of holy men
I live for sin, I've folded in
I live for sin, so pour the gin
Bitch! Money's the motive, I'm focused
In a Ford Focus on that Lotus
'Til I crash, ain't no point no more
I fold, I fold, I fold 'em
My life's a joke, hocus-pocus
So what if the skies are closing?
So what if I go too far?
So what if the caps are melting?
So what, can we call this art?
So what if the skies are closing?
So what if I go too far?
So what if the caps are melting?
Just fold 'em
Fold 'em, don't deny it
Motherfuckers act up, like they ain't tried it
Fold 'em, don't deny it
Motherfuckers act up, like they ain't tried it
Fold 'em, don't deny it
Motherfuckers act up, like they ain't tried it
Fold 'em, don't deny it
Motherfuckers act up, like they ain't tried it
(And I'll take care, when you take care of you-)
(And I'll take care, when you take care of you-)
I'm folding you
Like cash in an urn
I'm drowning you
You'll thrash but you'll turn
Fold 'em
And I'm letting go
As drips down a well
And if you don't know
I'll bend as I swell
Got a fear of the night
Dead souls in a fog
So I'm fucked and I'm lost
So I'll fold 'em
Fold 'em
Fold 'em
What if the skies are closing?
What if I've come too far?
What if the caps are melting?
Are we folding?
What if the skies are closing?
What if I've come too far?
What if the caps are melting?
Are we folding?
People are dying, mommas are crying
Look in the eyes of a lion
And tell me he's lying, he's trying his best
But a savage a savage, no folding in
To the lies of holy men
I live for sin, I've folded in
I live for sin, so pour the gin
Bitch! Money's the motive, I'm focused
In a Ford Focus on that Lotus
'Til I crash, ain't no point no more
I fold, I fold, I fold 'em
My life's a joke, hocus-pocus
So what if the skies are closing?
So what if I go too far?
So what if the caps are melting?
So what, can we call this art?
So what if the skies are closing?
So what if I go too far?
So what if the caps are melting?
Just fold 'em
Fold 'em, don't deny it
Motherfuckers act up, like they ain't tried it
Fold 'em, don't deny it
Motherfuckers act up, like they ain't tried it
Fold 'em, don't deny it
Motherfuckers act up, like they ain't tried it
Fold 'em, don't deny it
Motherfuckers act up, like they ain't tried it
(And I'll take care, when you take care of you-)
(And I'll take care, when you take care of you-)
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Writer(s): Adam Crisp
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