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Someone diggin' in my head Someone foolin' up my bed Is it rapture that he wants Is it capture that I sought God be willing God be true God be thrilling God be you I want money in my bank Gasoline in my tank Can you give me what I need I'm breakin' bitches For the seed Would you die, die for me Into the sea, into the sea Would you die for me, baby Would you die, die for me Into the sea, into the sea Would you die for me, baby? I ain't winnin', not yet dead You can't starve me, I'm unfed You look pretty when you need I like nicer when I feed God be willing God me true Fuck my conscience God be you Would you die, die for me Into the sea, into the sea Would you die for me, baby Would you die, die for me Into the sea, into the sea Would you die for me, baby? Would you die, die for me Into the sea, into the sea Would you die for me, baby Would you die, die for me Into the sea, into the sea Would you die for me, baby? With love as my religion And sickness as my drug Carefully craft incisions Until you fit like glove With love as my religion And sickness as my drug, drug Carefully craft incisions Until you fit like glove, like glove With love as my religion, baby And sickness as my drug, drug Carefully craft incisions, baby Until you fit like glove, like glove With love as my religion, baby And sickness as my drug, drug Carefully craft incisions, baby Until you fit like glove
Writer(s): Ciscandra Nostalghia, Roy Alan Gnan, Tyler Lee Bates Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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