Witchblades
Yeah this boy faded, fuck a wrist watch
Iced up, Gucci on my flip-flops
Red and green gassed like I'm saint Nick
And she loves the snow
And she loves the snow
Yeah I'm really faded, fuck a wrist watch
Bitches givin' head like it's hopscotch
Don't you play no games, don't you play no games
Walking on ice, yeah I'm that hot
Walking on a thin line, between reality and dying tonight
I want you to be mine
Kiss me underneath the bare moonlight
Now you wanna be my friend again
I don't wanna be your friend again
Now you wanna play those games
And I'm tired of this shit
I wanna fade away again
Now you wanna be my friend again
I don't wanna be your friend again
Now you wanna play those games
And I'm tired of this shit
I wanna fade away again
Yeah this boy faded, fuck a wrist watch
Elevate your mind In the drop top
No ceilings, fuck your feelings bitch I'm off top
Wild on that knee no pussy don't stop
She ride it (ridin', ridin') In my flip flops
She 'bout it ('bout it, 'bout it) when she drop top
Mix it with that henny honey, chop chop
And she loves the snow
And she loves the snow
I've been drifting
Woke up dreamin'
With blade stitches
Cody simpin' yeah
Poppin' on Molly, she rolled back
She don't ever wanna go back
Daddy's been callin' all night
He just wants all of his shit back
Poppin' on Molly, she rolled back
She don't ever wanna go back
Daddy's been callin' all night
He just wants all of...
Iced up, Gucci on my flip-flops
Red and green gassed like I'm saint Nick
And she loves the snow
And she loves the snow
Yeah I'm really faded, fuck a wrist watch
Bitches givin' head like it's hopscotch
Don't you play no games, don't you play no games
Walking on ice, yeah I'm that hot
Walking on a thin line, between reality and dying tonight
I want you to be mine
Kiss me underneath the bare moonlight
Now you wanna be my friend again
I don't wanna be your friend again
Now you wanna play those games
And I'm tired of this shit
I wanna fade away again
Now you wanna be my friend again
I don't wanna be your friend again
Now you wanna play those games
And I'm tired of this shit
I wanna fade away again
Yeah this boy faded, fuck a wrist watch
Elevate your mind In the drop top
No ceilings, fuck your feelings bitch I'm off top
Wild on that knee no pussy don't stop
She ride it (ridin', ridin') In my flip flops
She 'bout it ('bout it, 'bout it) when she drop top
Mix it with that henny honey, chop chop
And she loves the snow
And she loves the snow
I've been drifting
Woke up dreamin'
With blade stitches
Cody simpin' yeah
Poppin' on Molly, she rolled back
She don't ever wanna go back
Daddy's been callin' all night
He just wants all of his shit back
Poppin' on Molly, she rolled back
She don't ever wanna go back
Daddy's been callin' all night
He just wants all of...
Credits
Writer(s): Gavin Brown, Matthew Jean Paul Walst, Neil Sanderson, Barry James Stock, Brad Walst, Gustav Elijah Ahr, Jazz Ishmael Butler, Brendan Murray, Cody Littlefield
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