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Lyrics
The world keeps spinning, and I'm tryna find my seatbelt Your words leave me grinning, girl you know you make my knees melt I'm on the summit with a horn you on the seashore selling seashells My quill used all the ink but you're reading a book from his shelf Deviate my gaze but your scent locks me towards your sweet self Patiently waiting for God while playing the cards that He dealt My ears are honed from all the lies that she said I still can't help but fall into the pit, shit I'll be dead Sounding like a broken record i'm not gon' re-repeat myself Wanna know my demise? read between the lines of my sequel Slithering in the cinema like ''Where my seat at?'' I'm tryna end your saga but each film ends with a cliffhang The soundtrack is getting loud and I'm slouching against the cement A stray bullet just hit my chest and I'm wondering where my feet went The light post illuminates your way but that's ain't where the street ends Down the road is where my story goes, I'm Spike Spiegel I'm in the stu stu, cooking up with something new new My head is loose loose, over the cuckoo's nest I flew flew My vocabs expanded since the last time I saw you you Exquisite taste baby I bet you would like me now, wouldn't you you?
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Credits
- Writers
- Hound Dog