Hidden Killers
Ooh, ooh, ooh-hoo
Ooh, wah, ah-ah
I don't feel great when you
Talk without grace
Explaining steps that you take
Tryna change all my bad traits
I'm being blunt that's my mistake
You take eyes away from what's at stake
I think I preferred working minimum wage
For what I just need to make it through today
I think I'm tired of thinking that I need everything
But your smile, it puts me in a daze and that's the scary thing
It's got me moving different places
In a forest, on a fairy ting
Nowhere to call a home
Nowhere to reside
Nowhere to put the picture frame up on the wall inside
And she said when we make love can we always have your music on
She want me to kiss her neck while she harmonises the sing-along
She told me it turns her on
She's never wrong, she's never wrong
Hidden, killer, with this rhythm
I'm mixing the lean up with the sprite I call it sizzurp
It's something that hinders both my sleeping in my jitters
You calling up your ten, I'm calling up my fucking hitters
Rundown on the Place with both hands upon the triggers
'Cuz I've been going places, Corleone talking figures
Lately, I've been scared to look at details on the bank account
But I made my decision my last 15 bucks man I'll take you out
Because whenever I'm in doubt
You're roundabout
And calm me down
And call me down
And make me realize that everything just ain't what it seems
I could be your roof and baby be supporting beams
Keep me able
Keep me stable
Vodka slushy in the cinema at Gables
Both our cards are on the table
Metaphor for changing labels
From one thing to another
From close friends to a lover
But, but please don't tell your brother
In the mirror, thinking is he tougher
Will that shit just blow my cover
Hidden, killer, with this, rhythm
I'm mixing the lean up with the sprite I call it sizzurp
It's something that hinders both my sleeping in my jitters
You calling up your ten, I'm calling up my fucking hitters
Rundown on the Place with both hands upon the triggers
'Cuz I've been going places, Corleone talking figures
Lately, I've been scared to look at details on the bank account
But I made my decision my last 15 bucks man I'll take you out
Ooh, wah, ah-ah
I don't feel great when you
Talk without grace
Explaining steps that you take
Tryna change all my bad traits
I'm being blunt that's my mistake
You take eyes away from what's at stake
I think I preferred working minimum wage
For what I just need to make it through today
I think I'm tired of thinking that I need everything
But your smile, it puts me in a daze and that's the scary thing
It's got me moving different places
In a forest, on a fairy ting
Nowhere to call a home
Nowhere to reside
Nowhere to put the picture frame up on the wall inside
And she said when we make love can we always have your music on
She want me to kiss her neck while she harmonises the sing-along
She told me it turns her on
She's never wrong, she's never wrong
Hidden, killer, with this rhythm
I'm mixing the lean up with the sprite I call it sizzurp
It's something that hinders both my sleeping in my jitters
You calling up your ten, I'm calling up my fucking hitters
Rundown on the Place with both hands upon the triggers
'Cuz I've been going places, Corleone talking figures
Lately, I've been scared to look at details on the bank account
But I made my decision my last 15 bucks man I'll take you out
Because whenever I'm in doubt
You're roundabout
And calm me down
And call me down
And make me realize that everything just ain't what it seems
I could be your roof and baby be supporting beams
Keep me able
Keep me stable
Vodka slushy in the cinema at Gables
Both our cards are on the table
Metaphor for changing labels
From one thing to another
From close friends to a lover
But, but please don't tell your brother
In the mirror, thinking is he tougher
Will that shit just blow my cover
Hidden, killer, with this, rhythm
I'm mixing the lean up with the sprite I call it sizzurp
It's something that hinders both my sleeping in my jitters
You calling up your ten, I'm calling up my fucking hitters
Rundown on the Place with both hands upon the triggers
'Cuz I've been going places, Corleone talking figures
Lately, I've been scared to look at details on the bank account
But I made my decision my last 15 bucks man I'll take you out
Credits
Writer(s): Walter Tricks
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