Divine

They ain't thinking that I got it, I'ma show 'em that I got it
I am flexing, all my muscle, all of it is fake, run it
Nothing feeling better than a little bit of recognition
Listen when I tell you can't live your life reminiscing
All I'm talking 'bout is true shit
I can't tell but it's looking like the shoe fit
If the lace tight, have it losen
But you better keep it on or you'll lose it

Dead on the outside
Child on the inside
Never felt alive
Until I had the world in my hand, now I'm feeling so divine
Dead on the outside
Child on the inside
Never felt alive
Until I had the world in my hand, now I'm feeling so divine

You can follow me to greatness, show you what I'm made of
You are not a pro, can't even do the basics
Tryna capture every moment, salvage it
But you need to think bigger, you just damage it
You know you can't expect to get head on the first date
If you make a wrong move, she cutting off that third leg
You begging her for pleasure, that is making no sense
You're nothing but a fuckboy, tryna play with the game

Dead on the outside
Child on the inside
Never felt alive
Until I had the world in my hand, now I'm feeling so divine
Dead on the outside
Child on the inside
Never felt alive
Until I had the world in my hand, now I'm feeling so divine



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Writer(s): Trym Engø
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