BULLETPROOF
Bag the work
Tell me I'm wrong I'll go far
Prove to you that I'm a star yea yeah
She left me hurt
I just want you in my arms
You left me with broken hearts yeah yeah
Left me broken how long
but you're the only thing that I know
Yeah, yeah
I been on this gas for how long
It's like my heart drives auto, yeah
And I want you oh
I'm tired of these hoes cause they all not you
I don't even want to go pick and choose oh
Oh, yeah
And you want to run off to that dude
Come back to me like we been cool
Yeah, what
That don't make sense no
Take shots at my chest
I got a bulletproof vest on
Made you my ex yeah, went on to the next one
Then I realized I don't even want to have a next one, damn
Bag the work
Tell me I'm wrong I'll go far
Prove to you that I'm a star yea yeah
She left me hurt
I just want you in my arms
You left me with broken hearts yeah yeah
How you a friend of me go to my enemy
Talking to you swear that's gon be the death of me
If I don't do it feel like there's no chemistry
If I don't do it feels like there's an empty piece of me that's gonna open up my entity
All of these bitches they play with my heart
But your motion got me moving mentally
Woah
Mentally ill
Mentally ill
You got the key to my heart bitch
I ain't gonna sign the deal
Riding in a flying carpet
Shit so real
Start a motherfucking mosh pit
My heart giving me chills
Bag the work
Tell me I'm wrong I'll go far
Prove to you that I'm a star yea yeah
She left me hurt
I just want you in my arms
You left me with broken hearts yeah yeah
Tell me I'm wrong I'll go far
Prove to you that I'm a star yea yeah
She left me hurt
I just want you in my arms
You left me with broken hearts yeah yeah
Left me broken how long
but you're the only thing that I know
Yeah, yeah
I been on this gas for how long
It's like my heart drives auto, yeah
And I want you oh
I'm tired of these hoes cause they all not you
I don't even want to go pick and choose oh
Oh, yeah
And you want to run off to that dude
Come back to me like we been cool
Yeah, what
That don't make sense no
Take shots at my chest
I got a bulletproof vest on
Made you my ex yeah, went on to the next one
Then I realized I don't even want to have a next one, damn
Bag the work
Tell me I'm wrong I'll go far
Prove to you that I'm a star yea yeah
She left me hurt
I just want you in my arms
You left me with broken hearts yeah yeah
How you a friend of me go to my enemy
Talking to you swear that's gon be the death of me
If I don't do it feel like there's no chemistry
If I don't do it feels like there's an empty piece of me that's gonna open up my entity
All of these bitches they play with my heart
But your motion got me moving mentally
Woah
Mentally ill
Mentally ill
You got the key to my heart bitch
I ain't gonna sign the deal
Riding in a flying carpet
Shit so real
Start a motherfucking mosh pit
My heart giving me chills
Bag the work
Tell me I'm wrong I'll go far
Prove to you that I'm a star yea yeah
She left me hurt
I just want you in my arms
You left me with broken hearts yeah yeah
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Writer(s): Marcel Bayona
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