Prequel
Keep the rhythm, dude
Let's not get physical
This moment minuscule, pop a smile, get in the mood
Labels get at you, flip individuals
Have ya' sign this final form like Frieza in a suit
Yeah I know she bad and she know I'm blue
Watch her cheeks turn red when I'm about to lose my cool
But I can't get enough, we don't do fisticuff
Submission holds all we know, god damn it I'm in love
I'm in love with the-
Feeling
I'm in-
I'm in love with the-
With the-
Feeling, feeling
Got a bouquet in my grip (my grip)
Thorns painful, yeah no shit (no shit)
But I'm okay, really, don't trip, girl
I been making lonely look real sick (real sick)
On the gram with loud outfits, drowns out what I don't need
Y'all don't know stamina, heads been running since 1993
I'm keeping to what I know (I know)
Found peace in all these poems (these poems)
No energy toward those telling me, I'm just stealing shit for my own
My gain ain't through these pockets (nah)
Or the sneakers I've been wanting (nah)
Just need a way out, you can keep that clout
Drop loosie to sleep more soundly (yeah)
Keep the rhythm dude
Let's not get physical
This moment minuscule, pop a smile, get in the mood
Labels get at you, flip individuals
Have ya' sign this final form like Frieza in a suit
Yeah I know she bad and she know I'm blue
Watch her cheeks turn red when I'm about to lose my cool
But I can't get enough, we don't do fisticuff
Submission holds all we know, god damn it I'm in love
I'm in love
I'm in love
I'm in love
Let's not get physical
This moment minuscule, pop a smile, get in the mood
Labels get at you, flip individuals
Have ya' sign this final form like Frieza in a suit
Yeah I know she bad and she know I'm blue
Watch her cheeks turn red when I'm about to lose my cool
But I can't get enough, we don't do fisticuff
Submission holds all we know, god damn it I'm in love
I'm in love with the-
Feeling
I'm in-
I'm in love with the-
With the-
Feeling, feeling
Got a bouquet in my grip (my grip)
Thorns painful, yeah no shit (no shit)
But I'm okay, really, don't trip, girl
I been making lonely look real sick (real sick)
On the gram with loud outfits, drowns out what I don't need
Y'all don't know stamina, heads been running since 1993
I'm keeping to what I know (I know)
Found peace in all these poems (these poems)
No energy toward those telling me, I'm just stealing shit for my own
My gain ain't through these pockets (nah)
Or the sneakers I've been wanting (nah)
Just need a way out, you can keep that clout
Drop loosie to sleep more soundly (yeah)
Keep the rhythm dude
Let's not get physical
This moment minuscule, pop a smile, get in the mood
Labels get at you, flip individuals
Have ya' sign this final form like Frieza in a suit
Yeah I know she bad and she know I'm blue
Watch her cheeks turn red when I'm about to lose my cool
But I can't get enough, we don't do fisticuff
Submission holds all we know, god damn it I'm in love
I'm in love
I'm in love
I'm in love
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Zurn, Dylan Petrucci, Adam Calcagno
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