Primrose Hill at Midnight (feat. Flyte)

Inch of ice on the sedan's hood

But you layered up like I knew you would

I've conditioned you to expect the worst

Made my bed, and I dive into it

Till I fizzle out, and back into it

Are you at the door?

Are you listening?

Well, it was amicable, or so I tell myself

Now I am biting down to keep from crying out

And for the things that I said I hope I burn in hell

Take me to Primrose Hill, and spread my ashes out

Leant a hand, and to my own chagrin

You gotta tell me twice to lean into it

But I turn a cheek, and you're used to it

You take the brunt meant for somebody else

Take off your cap, call it a day

But you'll be waiting in the corridor

To say

That it was amicable, or so you tell yourself

I see you biting down to keep from crying out

God, I'm the queen of this shit, making you feel like hell

Take me to Primrose Hill, and spread my ashes out

Anywhere you go

I'll be there to dote

Anywhere you go

I'll be there to dote

Anywhere you go

I'll be there to dote

Anywhere you go

I'll be there to dote

Well, it was amicable, or so I tell myself

Now I am biting down to keep from crying out

And for the things that I said I hope I burn in hell

Take me to Primrose Hill, and spread my ashes out

Well, it was amicable, or so you tell yourself

I see you biting down to keep from crying out

God, I'm the queen of this shit, making you feel like hell

Take me to Primrose Hill, and spread my ashes out

Anywhere you go

I'll be there to dote

Anywhere you go

I'll be there to dote