hold w care
Hold with care, I'm fragile
Feels like there a plastic bag around my head
And if I do speak, what good would it do
I'm sorta like a knight, unprepared for this battle
If shawty wants the moon, I'mma go get a lasso
I'm sorta like a cartoon awaiting a piano
It seems that with my luck I'm never winning a raffle
Put a message in a bottle, cut my hands it got messy
When is Armageddon coming, I'm way past interventions
Oh, I deny all my issues
While I stare into your eyes and say that I'm gonna fix you
Oh, I don't know what is real
My imagination wanders, I ain't seeing that clear, so could you
Hold with care, I'm fragile
Feels like there a plastic bag around my head
And if I do speak, what good would it do
I'm sorta like a knight, unprepared for this battle
If shawty wants the moon, I'mma go get a lasso
I'm sorta like a cartoon awaiting a piano
It seems that with my luck I'm never winning a raffle
Put a message in a bottle, cut my hands it got messy
When is Armageddon coming, I'm way past interventions
Oh, I deny all my issues
While I stare into your eyes and say that I'm gonna fix you
Oh, I don't know what is real
My imagination wanders, I ain't seeing that clear, so could you
Hold with care, I'm fragile
Feels like there a plastic bag around my head
And if I do speak, what good would it do?
Feels like there a plastic bag around my head
And if I do speak, what good would it do
I'm sorta like a knight, unprepared for this battle
If shawty wants the moon, I'mma go get a lasso
I'm sorta like a cartoon awaiting a piano
It seems that with my luck I'm never winning a raffle
Put a message in a bottle, cut my hands it got messy
When is Armageddon coming, I'm way past interventions
Oh, I deny all my issues
While I stare into your eyes and say that I'm gonna fix you
Oh, I don't know what is real
My imagination wanders, I ain't seeing that clear, so could you
Hold with care, I'm fragile
Feels like there a plastic bag around my head
And if I do speak, what good would it do
I'm sorta like a knight, unprepared for this battle
If shawty wants the moon, I'mma go get a lasso
I'm sorta like a cartoon awaiting a piano
It seems that with my luck I'm never winning a raffle
Put a message in a bottle, cut my hands it got messy
When is Armageddon coming, I'm way past interventions
Oh, I deny all my issues
While I stare into your eyes and say that I'm gonna fix you
Oh, I don't know what is real
My imagination wanders, I ain't seeing that clear, so could you
Hold with care, I'm fragile
Feels like there a plastic bag around my head
And if I do speak, what good would it do?
Credits
Writer(s): Nicolas Marchese, Joseph Garcell
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