crossroads
ahhhhh
You like dancing to this song
I'm romancing all along
My mind take me on a trip
Somewhere far away from here
But then i see you at the crossroads
Selling your soul
Praying that god gon' take you back home
When i get a hold of you, never letting go
When i get a hold of you, never letting go
I can see you shaking
You can't hide those fingertips
And i like the way you taste
Come put something on my lips
You like that ice in your veins
You like when my face do change
You know i never complain
Unless you don't give everything to me
See you at the crossroads
Selling your soul
Praying that god gon' take you back home
When i get a hold of you, never letting go
When i get a hold of you, never letting go
You're mine
Said I'm in too deep well no problem
Tried to take me from my worries
Well you should've shot him
And you had your chance but you still
Ain't never got him
And they say its all love
But i feel forgotten
And you know that shit
They don't wanna talk
Til we all that rich
Went to private school
So we are that rich
And the spoon on my chain
Cause ignorance ain't bliss
Propaganda's in the air
So you best come prepared
You like dancing to this song
I'm romancing all along
My mind take me on a trip
Somewhere far away from here
But then i see you at the crossroads
Selling your soul
Praying that god gon' take you back home
When i get a hold of you, never letting go
When i get a hold of you, never letting go
I can see you shaking
You can't hide those fingertips
And i like the way you taste
Come put something on my lips
You like that ice in your veins
You like when my face do change
You know i never complain
Unless you don't give everything to me
See you at the crossroads
Selling your soul
Praying that god gon' take you back home
When i get a hold of you, never letting go
When i get a hold of you, never letting go
You're mine
Said I'm in too deep well no problem
Tried to take me from my worries
Well you should've shot him
And you had your chance but you still
Ain't never got him
And they say its all love
But i feel forgotten
And you know that shit
They don't wanna talk
Til we all that rich
Went to private school
So we are that rich
And the spoon on my chain
Cause ignorance ain't bliss
Propaganda's in the air
So you best come prepared
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Mullins
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