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nerves (KRONOLOGI version)

Album cover art for "nerves (KRONOLOGI version)" by PinkPantheress & Central Cee

PinkPantheress & Central Cee - Pop, Singer-Songwriter

nerves (KRONOLOGI version)

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December 7, 2023.

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[Chorus: PinkPantheress] I pray that I'll die before my baby I'll take a risk if anyone tries to touch my baby That's my lo-o-ove, lo-o-ove (blaccmass) I have secrets and, yes, I know you know too many I'll stay at your house, where I'll hope that you'll protect me You're my lo-o-ove, lo-o-ove [Verse 1: PinkPantheress] It's your honey, (it's your honey) nice to meet you (nice to meet you) My love's pourin' (my love's pourin') like a waterfall (That's why) I don't mind all your dollar signs You're keepin' me up each and every night Now I've never felt quite like this It's your motor, it's the way you kiss (that's my) Tell them how we met, because you tell it best You're the thing that connects my brain to my chest, it's 'cause [Chorus: PinkPantheress] I pray that I'll die before my baby I'll take a risk if anyone tries to touch my baby That's my love, mm-mm, my baby I have secrets and, yes, I know you know too many I'll stay at your house where I'll hope that you'll protect me You're my lo-o-ove, lo-o-ove [Bridge: PinkPantheress] It's your honey, nice to meet you My love's pourin', like a waterfall Now I've never felt quite like this It's your motor, it's the way you kiss [Verse 2: Central Cee] I-I-I woke up to my shawty cryin' I said, "Nah, I'm not bein' unfaithful, baby" And somehow she caught me lyin' I tried to say, "It weren't me, it was one of my G's, we can call the guys" But it weren't one time, it was four or five Long story short, we don't talk no more Now she on TikTok doin' story time I might risk it (risk it) for a biscuit (biscuit) Put my hand in a jar and try reach for a cookie Sweet, and I can't resist it I'm innocent until proven guilty My girl not convinced, but I'm not convicted I feel like a creep when I call, restricted Pissed 'cause she blocked my digits Leave it to God, I can't stop what's written Of course that body still cross my mind I'm a trap boy, and she like good yutes If I remember correctly, I'm not her type Cupid try aim at my heart I jumped over the car, and tried duck and dive Now she puttin' up pics of rapper relationships Like it must be nice [Outro: PinkPantheress] Lo-o-ove

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