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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Really, really I'm really, really, really I'm, really, really I'm really, really complicated Not good at conversations Dummy want to play me like I'm dumb I'm dissertation Spent a couple thou' to fly her out fornication Bitches wanna fuck, I use that as motivation Bad bitch, she naked in my bed, I'm on the couch Scrolling through my telephone checking my bank account I only put in work post the advance of the amount I guess that makes me cheeky cheeky It's not really really a debate that I've made tons of mistakes Twenty sum years I'm getting old I'll be replaced Sike, they will never find a cool kid like me I'm fresh to death C-c-c-cold, yeah Really, really (I'm fresh to death) I'm really, really, really (C-c-c-cold) I'm really, really (I'm fresh to death) I'm really, really, really (C-c-c-cold) I'm really, really (I'm fresh to death) I'm really, really, really (C-c-c-cold) I'm really, really (I'm fresh to death) I'm really, really, really I'm You ready? Yea? Really, really I'm really, really, really I'm really, really I'm really, really, real Hello? Hey, what you doing? Nothing much what's up with you? Nothing, I miss you You should come over Okay I'm on my way Do you love me? (1, 2, 3, 4) Ahh Woo Let's go Really, really I'm really, really, really I'm really, really Ahh Fuck, yeah, yeah I'm fresh to death C-c-c-cold I'm fresh to death C-c-c-cold
Writer(s): Brandon Edward Schneider, Joshua Mehling, Serena Iwerebon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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