Ballerina

Blacked out everything, hard to see, yeah
Just for bones she tippy-toe like ballerina
I wake up in the nighttime just hoping you'll call
There's some people that hit my line that probably hope that I fall

Sometimes that shit you say
I hope that you be making it up
I play a game so you say that ain't what you wanted for us
I said my piece, you looked at me like I was making it up
We reconvene, we in the scene just like nothing was up

My life is cursed
My pedal make it vroom, vroom, vroom
Like a bomb drop
Beating down the block again
We rolling one now, since I make two
When I needed someone, you were my only friend

Late night, calling her
You ain't gotta go nowhere (no where)
Late night, calling her
You ain't gotta go nowhere (no where)



Credits
Writer(s): Elmo O Connor, Daniel Duran
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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