Leader

So it's late at night
And we got to go now
We got to go
Because they can see what we're
What we're carrying now
What we're carrying
Raised in a rough life
Childhood full of strife
Living on the edge of a knife
He'd give you those doe eyes
Hold onto you like a pro
Like a Jerry Rice, nice
Holding you tight
It would be all right
Whispering sweet nothings before the fight
When the walls come crumbling down
And it was all hell bound
Down, down down
He would be shredding it
Your heart
When you realize you shouldn't have done it
Screams of fright all throughout the night
Kick, scratch, punch, and bite
Prying those claws was like removing a contract clause
From Santana Moss
And those damn teeth
Damn clamp on your ass
He's feeling a bit sass because it hurts like that
Because it hurts like that
Hurts like that
Hurts like that



Credits
Writer(s): Crystal Parker, Shane Llinas
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