Love $Ick

I been feeling real low thinking of you got me down
And my heart it get cold every time you come around, so
I'm smoking this dro, blow out problems by the pound
And time moving slow watching my heart on the ground
I do not know how you get me like this
Imma stay yours even when it's the end
You on strike four, but I'm still gon pitch
Cause I'll always want more of your love till I'm sick

Woke up new day, I like to feel a chase
Same old drugs, so bitch don't look amazed
When I die my grave will probably be a maze
Fucked up space or energy the case
Run shit like a race
You copy it you trace
When I kicked it with your girl, said that soccer my contact name
Put the iron in yo face, niggas calling you brace face
Make that bitch sing, no, ain't talking Amazing Grace

I been feeling real low thinking of you got me down
And my heart it get cold every time you come around, so
I'm smoking this dro, blow out problems by the pound
And time moving slow watching my heart on the ground
I do not know how you get me like this
Imma stay yours even when it's the end
You on strike four, but I'm still gon pitch
Cause I'll always want more of your love till I'm sick



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Writer(s): Braden Mclaughlin
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