Pressure
Try your luck again when under pressure
Nothing ends up where it starts
So buy yourself a little time
And I'm into you, she's into me
Fucking like we're enemies
Likely turn to frienemies
Wouldn't want kiss another lady
'Cause she fucking with the wrong man
Wassup!
And it kinda show, 'cause I never learn a lesson
And she left a ghost in my home
Better fess up
Let go of my neck
And my chest independent
Put me on the phone
Yes
I owe this to love
Focus on all this I wrote
I told this a moment ago
Loaded a gun on my nose
Find another person looking backwards
'Cause something tells me that might be exactly what you asked for
I'm white trash a rapper
Stop at nothing 'cause I want just what I'm after
Got her something 'cause she makes me feel good
Thanks for all your time
Divine
Understanding all the time
Never-ending, it's true
I'm yours, alright
What's the vibe tonight?
Yo dude simmer down
Break your nose off boy
Don't you know that you're a clown?
With the spit up on your shirt
Knocked out
So sorry
Didn't mean it
In the moment
I got heated
And I beat a man
To see the man
Go
Leave again
I don't fucking care at all
What's your number?
Let me call you on ya phone girl
Call you
Call you
Call me, call you
Call me, call you
Call you
Nothing ends up where it starts
So buy yourself a little time
And I'm into you, she's into me
Fucking like we're enemies
Likely turn to frienemies
Wouldn't want kiss another lady
'Cause she fucking with the wrong man
Wassup!
And it kinda show, 'cause I never learn a lesson
And she left a ghost in my home
Better fess up
Let go of my neck
And my chest independent
Put me on the phone
Yes
I owe this to love
Focus on all this I wrote
I told this a moment ago
Loaded a gun on my nose
Find another person looking backwards
'Cause something tells me that might be exactly what you asked for
I'm white trash a rapper
Stop at nothing 'cause I want just what I'm after
Got her something 'cause she makes me feel good
Thanks for all your time
Divine
Understanding all the time
Never-ending, it's true
I'm yours, alright
What's the vibe tonight?
Yo dude simmer down
Break your nose off boy
Don't you know that you're a clown?
With the spit up on your shirt
Knocked out
So sorry
Didn't mean it
In the moment
I got heated
And I beat a man
To see the man
Go
Leave again
I don't fucking care at all
What's your number?
Let me call you on ya phone girl
Call you
Call you
Call me, call you
Call me, call you
Call you
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Writer(s): Sebastien Carnot
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