Bound
I'm sick of your shit, so done with it
So my plans to do a deviating thing
Might be illegal, guess I'm a criminal, but it'll all be worth it in the end
Your shit won't be here when you leave me tonight
Check the doorstep and your phone for your flight
Your car won't be here no it will be long gone
Left you a present in our four door garage
Hit me with that okay hit me with that champagne hit me
With that OJ your bitch sayin' no way
I'm about to take flight mile high it all night ill be praying for you tonight
Real friends don't come and go, real friends always stay afloat
If you think I need your soul
I'll go ahead and pray for your soul
He knows very well that I might start a fight I hope when you sleep I'm appearing in sight
My deviation is my best creation and I'm never patient I won't sit here waiting
Your shit won't be here when you leave me tonight
Check the doorstep and your phone for your flight
Your car won't be here no it will be long gone
Left you a present in our four door garage
Do I make you nervous now?
Do I make you praise the ground?
You'll get whats comin' now, karmas a bitch go and hand me my crown
So my plans to do a deviating thing
Might be illegal, guess I'm a criminal, but it'll all be worth it in the end
Your shit won't be here when you leave me tonight
Check the doorstep and your phone for your flight
Your car won't be here no it will be long gone
Left you a present in our four door garage
Hit me with that okay hit me with that champagne hit me
With that OJ your bitch sayin' no way
I'm about to take flight mile high it all night ill be praying for you tonight
Real friends don't come and go, real friends always stay afloat
If you think I need your soul
I'll go ahead and pray for your soul
He knows very well that I might start a fight I hope when you sleep I'm appearing in sight
My deviation is my best creation and I'm never patient I won't sit here waiting
Your shit won't be here when you leave me tonight
Check the doorstep and your phone for your flight
Your car won't be here no it will be long gone
Left you a present in our four door garage
Do I make you nervous now?
Do I make you praise the ground?
You'll get whats comin' now, karmas a bitch go and hand me my crown
Credits
Writer(s): Karlie Cupani, Jack London
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