Celluloid

I feel the come up so baby do you got me?
I think you turned up tonight, here, just to spite me
No way you're getting ahead, nothing you got to please
Got to be all that I took to sink the shock in the crease

Play the same roll of tape
Smoke trails from the flame of the celluloid
Break cracks that crumbles to ash from the edge
There's no taking back



Credits
Writer(s): Pete Bell
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