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They all thought I wouldn't make it They all think that you're faking But seeing ain't believing I know now I'd seek all your stupid Burning is my fuel, yeah 'Cause we're running out of time So I'm gonna make you mine The chosen one, I'm not the one that underestimates I want the throne, I long to crush the structure, rush the barricades Levitate, got it tatted on me, told them, "Follow me" They see the vision, I was twenty-twenty, clear as tower lace As clear as state, no longer move around and fear that this will break Pray you hear me Like the winter wind that gets through the windowpane Feel the bass Baby, soak it in and let it marinate It's time to hustle Got to muscle up and run through barricades, yeah The chosen one, I'm not the one that underestimates I want the throne, I long to crush the structure, rush the barricades Levitate, got it tatted on me, told them, "Follow me" They see the vision, I was twenty-twenty, clear as tower lace As clear as state, no longer move around and fear that this will break Pray you hear me Like the winter wind that gets through the windowpane Feel the bass Baby, soak it in and let it marinate It's time to hustle Got to muscle up and run through barricades, yeah I got their opinions And I've got mine This tequila isn't about me I wind back the time Take it on me, take a seat, it's okay It's hard to get in touch, do you even know me? Still about the love Nothing's changed, I don't play that game 'Cause we're running out of time So I gotta make So I gotta make So I gotta make you mine
Writer(s): Jordan Wakefield, Michael Ceaser Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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