High Roller

I know you still got skin in the game
Made me bank row everything and nothing
You don't need to tell me her name
Why's it always double or nothing?

It's like your, your, your, your, your, your, your
And it's like your, your, your, your, your, your, your
It feels like your, your, your, your, your, your, your
And it's like your, your, your

Russian, Russian, Russian, Russian, Russian roulette
(May not pull the trigger till there's one go left)
Shoulda seen it coming in a barrel of a gun
Shoot and run

High roller, I roll up
Fake eyes, low rise, dollar Coca-Cola
I roll up, really need tequila
When I see her kissing you, kissing you
High roller, I roll up
Fake eyes, low rise, dollar Coca-Cola
I roll up, really need tequila
When I see her kissing you, kissing you
Kissing you, kissing you

You no king, I'm no queen of spades
It's a face I've been, I know you bluffing
Now you got me digging a grave
Wrong end, now you spinning in your coffin

It's like your, your, your, your, your, your, your
And it's like your, your, your, your, your, your, your
It feels like your, your, your, your, your, your, your
And it's like your, your, your

Russian, Russian, Russian, Russian, Russian roulette
(May not pull the trigger till there's one go left)
Shoulda seen it coming in a barrel of a gun
Shoot and run

High roller, I roll up
Fake eyes, low rise, dollar Coca-Cola
I roll up, really need tequila
When I see her kissing you, kissing you
High roller, I roll up
Fake eyes, low rise, dollar Coca-Cola
I roll up, really need tequila
When I see her kissing you, kissing you
Kissing you, kissing you



Credits
Writer(s): Gary Clark, Henry King, Alexandra Jane Fraser
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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