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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ALESSANDRI BUBNOV
ALESSANDRI BUBNOV
Songwriter
Joseph Devine
Joseph Devine
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
WINTERONTHEMIC
WINTERONTHEMIC
Engineer
Prod.Reaper
Prod.Reaper
Producer

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She buys designer things
Bombay and diamond rings
A gold bar for your love
A soundbyte for your touch
First class
Lemmie reimburse that
She be on her first act
I be in my Birk bag
Yea I'm top brass
She be talkin white trash
Got me on my wife smash
Now i see my life flash
You were top of mind
Goodbye
VIP girl
Front of the line yea
You knew that you could bank on me
Gold rush with the F Type
Hittin 99
Throttle up and we could be home free
You're my slay queen
Tell me im amazing
Gimmie what im craving
Show me how you treat your king
Im your main man
Pocket full of aces
Ticket down to Graceland
Make u come alive and sing
Why do the good die young
This life is darker alone
Fighting these demons
Im feeling the heat
Why do the good die young
This life is harder alone
Fighting these demons and im
Evolving in your wake
Nobody end up
calling anyway
An baby had to go and have her say
Thinkin I'll come crawling back in the wind
Someday
Revolving on your sins
I think you'd better go and grab your things
Baby we knew love would have its kinks
Speaking of which
We should fuck one last time on the bunk beds
Why do the good die young
This life is harder alone
Fighting these demons and im
Evolving into great
You always end up stalling anyways
An baby had to go and have her say
Thinkin I'll come crawling back in the wind
Someday
Revolving on your sins
I think you'd better go and grab your things
Baby we knew love would have its kinks
Speaking of which
We should fuck one last time on the bunk beds
I have to actually worry about my grades this year- I don't have time to make bracelets
She's just a fantasy
Freddie in a bad dream
Nightmare on elm street
Wake me up at 40k feet
Written by: ALESSANDRI BUBNOV, Joseph Devine
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