Disclosure

You're sinking into deepness of his cold cold hands
I can see it in your look
That you're thinkingm, oh man
He'll put you on the side when he needs to chat with
His boys from the yard
And they are all the same, yeah
All the same, holding balls of fame
All the same, yeah

While chit-chatin he doesn't have a clue
That the guy beside you is trying to impress you
He gave you a drink with his number on the bill
Saying, Honey you know I'm from the Upper hill
But then, things got out of control
Because your boyfriend saw what we all saw
He came back with his friends and it got all out of hand

Disclosure, was never closer

Instead of dancers, blood is on the floor
Whiskeys are expensive when it's time to go home
That's how it works in this failed town of mine
So please tell me what else can I do
But sit and cry



Credits
Writer(s): Fire In Cairo
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