mr. valentine
You're safer here than any place else
Now just lock yourself in and keep quiet (River Beats)
Yeah, yeah, muah, whoa
Once the door is locked, there's no way out
Whoa
And I'm here in the flesh, what you mean, 916?
I don't know how you feel, think I'm on something else
Put-put-put in blood, put in tears, think I'm worth for their ears
Hold my hand through the snow, think I'm ready to blow
Oh, whoa
I don't wanna hate (no)
Rolling through the daisies (whoa)
Got her in the sheets (yeah)
Girl-girl, you're so amazing
All the love we had (all the love we had)
Why'd you have to break it?
Only want me back when you're fuckin' wasted
Every dream's got a line though (hey)
Every dream's got a sign though (sign)
Promise that's far as I know
Broken hearts in the graveyard
Promise I'll try to save your heart
(I got a bullet with yo' name on the fuckin' tip)
(So close yo' eyes as I stick this glock between yo' lips)
(I got a bullet with yo' name on the fuckin' tip)
(So close yo' eyes as I stick)
You gotta motherfuckin' feel this shit, boy
BanBwoi
Yeah, yeah
Love myself every day, I'm Mr. Valentine (whoa)
Yeah-yeah, smoking on woods, so gassed that I got every kind (rich)
Whoa, richer on this hand, richer on that hand, don't know what's the time
Ay, lovin' it when she grab that ass and hit her from behind
916 I got the models
Sippin' on drank, we emptied the bottle
Fuckin' this bitch, you know how to follows
Sippin' on wine, we got too much model
Covered up my fame, I came from the bottom
Looking in the crowd, that guy hit the lotto
And my girl fine like she a top model
Beast mode on, I just had to toggle
And I try, and I try, and I try so hard
Be the one that she wants, but I can't move on
From the things that you say that still haunt me on
I still live with the secrets in my heart (in my heart)
Mr. Valentine
Yeah, yeah
(I got a bullet with yo' name on the fuckin' tip)
(So close yo' eyes as I stick this Glock between yo' lips)
(I got a bullet with yo' name on the fuckin' tip)
(So close yo' eyes as I stick)
Love myself every day, I'm Mr. Valentine
Whoa, walkin' 'round New York City with my Caroline
Ay, lookin' at this deal, lookin' at that deal, but I still decline
Whoa, making me feel like me again, that's every single time
Take me down to break free (yeah)
I know who I wanna be
I got the time, I got the mind, now it's all just up to me
Gotta turn back, erase history
Going through problems, we got the weed
See another world when I'm in mystique
Haters get mad, they know when they beat
Gotta keep on pushing 'til the sun comes down
Now I'm feeling like the hero when I'm back in my town (back in my town)
I stay chillin' with the villains when they're comin' around
I can feel it in the music, bring the dogs out the pound (let's go)
Real ones always come out at night
Girls bumpin' frost, they in love with the sound of mine
Pour my heart out and they drink like a glass of wine
I'ma show 'em all what I do, what I had in mind
Now just lock yourself in and keep quiet (River Beats)
Yeah, yeah, muah, whoa
Once the door is locked, there's no way out
Whoa
And I'm here in the flesh, what you mean, 916?
I don't know how you feel, think I'm on something else
Put-put-put in blood, put in tears, think I'm worth for their ears
Hold my hand through the snow, think I'm ready to blow
Oh, whoa
I don't wanna hate (no)
Rolling through the daisies (whoa)
Got her in the sheets (yeah)
Girl-girl, you're so amazing
All the love we had (all the love we had)
Why'd you have to break it?
Only want me back when you're fuckin' wasted
Every dream's got a line though (hey)
Every dream's got a sign though (sign)
Promise that's far as I know
Broken hearts in the graveyard
Promise I'll try to save your heart
(I got a bullet with yo' name on the fuckin' tip)
(So close yo' eyes as I stick this glock between yo' lips)
(I got a bullet with yo' name on the fuckin' tip)
(So close yo' eyes as I stick)
You gotta motherfuckin' feel this shit, boy
BanBwoi
Yeah, yeah
Love myself every day, I'm Mr. Valentine (whoa)
Yeah-yeah, smoking on woods, so gassed that I got every kind (rich)
Whoa, richer on this hand, richer on that hand, don't know what's the time
Ay, lovin' it when she grab that ass and hit her from behind
916 I got the models
Sippin' on drank, we emptied the bottle
Fuckin' this bitch, you know how to follows
Sippin' on wine, we got too much model
Covered up my fame, I came from the bottom
Looking in the crowd, that guy hit the lotto
And my girl fine like she a top model
Beast mode on, I just had to toggle
And I try, and I try, and I try so hard
Be the one that she wants, but I can't move on
From the things that you say that still haunt me on
I still live with the secrets in my heart (in my heart)
Mr. Valentine
Yeah, yeah
(I got a bullet with yo' name on the fuckin' tip)
(So close yo' eyes as I stick this Glock between yo' lips)
(I got a bullet with yo' name on the fuckin' tip)
(So close yo' eyes as I stick)
Love myself every day, I'm Mr. Valentine
Whoa, walkin' 'round New York City with my Caroline
Ay, lookin' at this deal, lookin' at that deal, but I still decline
Whoa, making me feel like me again, that's every single time
Take me down to break free (yeah)
I know who I wanna be
I got the time, I got the mind, now it's all just up to me
Gotta turn back, erase history
Going through problems, we got the weed
See another world when I'm in mystique
Haters get mad, they know when they beat
Gotta keep on pushing 'til the sun comes down
Now I'm feeling like the hero when I'm back in my town (back in my town)
I stay chillin' with the villains when they're comin' around
I can feel it in the music, bring the dogs out the pound (let's go)
Real ones always come out at night
Girls bumpin' frost, they in love with the sound of mine
Pour my heart out and they drink like a glass of wine
I'ma show 'em all what I do, what I had in mind
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