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INTERPRÉTATION
Mac Rockelle
Mac Rockelle
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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mac Rockelle
Mac Rockelle
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Uh, uh, uh Your last man messed ya head up, let me fix it I'm a Psychonaut, all that trauma there, I can fix it You place your hopes in him like lottery tickets Knowing damn well you not gonna win it All you have to do is look down, and the golden ticket's right there And that's me, hoping to get your attention with a "Hi there" But his toxic energy got you lovesick I don't know if you like being talked down Or the love is too lit I see you ventin' and ventin' 'bout him on Instagram Claimin' you want somethin' real No more of the bull crap you've been sniffin' in the air It sucks crying out for help When the one you love the most wouldn't care to hear Like he isn't there, it's almost like he's missing There's no way to treat a treasure piece like you like shit Shawty, you the bomb that's seconds away from tickin' I'm typin' in yo' DM's Telling you if you choose me, this what you gettin Royalty with no mistress Good food, 'cause I can rip it in the kitchen Someone who actually listen Worry about something, let's sit down and discuss how we can fix it I just wanna make you happy, And have your thoughts of your ex be non-existent You want love? I can give it to you consistent You wanna make love? I can give it to you consistently 'Cause you and me is all I see Let me be the man that your ex cannot be Your last man messed ya head up, let me fix it (Whoa) I'm a Psychonaut, all that trauma there, I can fix it (Whoa) You place your hopes in him like lottery tickets Knowing damn well you not gonna win it (Whoa) All you have to do is look up, and the golden ticket's right there And that's me, hoping to get your attention with a "Hi there" But his toxic energy got you lovesick I don't know if you like being talked down Or the love is too lit (Whoa) Ooo (Too lit), trust me (Huh, damn) Trust me, he's not the one for you Trust me, oh, trust me Run into my arms, and I'll love you like he doesn't do
Writer(s): Mac Rockelle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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