Champ

She said she missin turn red fashion that's my mission
Like it tight no board make it fitted
You admit it you admit it
Gon gon gon take it take it back
AC we see you ain't taking leave the rack
Rack rack rack it up yeah we got it no more
Clouded up maybe that's too much
Come back saying they couldn't have enough
Get enough got rough
Sweet baby she running to the road
Deer in the headlights, keep your head up keep your head tight

But me?
Say you don't know
Me no?
Don't take it from me
Maybe?
You don't get the
Things we
We make

Track it back you don't mean a thing you say
Long stick on the keys asking for some damn space
Rock the boat with the loot leave 'em in a daze
What the say? this is my day
So fuck what they say
Nothing to offer through those eyes
I hide mine in the roll of the dice
Blood bite turn to titan
Turn green by the thought
Take it right to spot
They always asking for a lot
This is my donation,
Give life to empty vase don't care to mingle
Hide the magic in the case hide my money in the base
Stars in her eyes she a fein for some space
Slipping through the gaze no shoes need of some lace
Nostalgia bites always feel good
Always feeling so good
She know, heat cracked turn off no no
You don't, don't wanna chalk the strings that's too few
You don't, quick row
All the chips on one stack
Hack em hack em down
Wrinkles in sheets turn to frown
Build up shit like i know what to do
Take the keys chuck em out for free
Building blocks i don't want them home
Yeah but you know I'm the champ
Don't hide me like possessions under mats
I'm the same when they rock
I'm the same when they talk
I'm the same when they walk
I'm insane with the rock
I'm insane with the walk
I'm insane with the talk



Credits
Writer(s): Pablo Magaz Haick
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