War Wounds

I'm freezing, hey there, nice to meet ya
Sure, you're pretty good but i would never wanna be ya
I keep pouring salt into my war wounds
I thought that i love you but that's old news
Run the fucking beat like i'm supposed to
Go on, drop it baby like i fucking told you
Why you looking at me like i owe you?
If you want it, baby, you know you can come through

And i want it all
I run up the numbers but i never call
You can't steal my heart, that is against the law
Go and build me up so you can watch it fall
But i'm landing down lightly
Did it hurt? ohh, ever so slightly
But i brush my shoulders off and then i ball
Chief Sosa, feeling Almighty!
Bitch, i play piano with a couple keys
I just wipe my dick right off and then i leave
You really don't want me to unleash the beast
Singing mercy me, i just wanna murk the beat
I smack her ass and then she bring that money back to me
She steady gimme brain that sharper than a dagger be
I flip her backwards and she glisten in the morning sun
She tell me i am the one
Fuck her till the morning's done
Woah, this a flow for lost soul
Empty bottles, driving into potholes
Woah, don't really care about a cop though
Losing control, dammit, where'd the car go?
She shake her ass and then she drop it like some cargo
You think you're nice? well, i'll just go and raise the bar though
Don't speak to me, bitch, i am a motherfucking star, hoe
I'm blasting galaxies, now ask me where'd the stars go
Hmm, now ask me what i think about that
Money in a baseball bag
Don't wonder why they hate me
But baby, please just save me

I'm freezing, hey there, nice to meet ya
Sure, you're pretty good but i would never wanna be ya
I keep pouring salt into my war wounds
I thought that i love you but that's old news
Run the fucking beat like i'm supposed to
Go on, drop it baby like i fucking told you
Why you looking at me like i owe you?
If you want it, baby, you know you can come through



Credits
Writer(s): Clayton Hamme
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