Lyrics

You're all about the chill life But fucking with me is a first prize If you wanna give, I'mma take it I'll make you beg for it later Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah I won't move when you move Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah I don't need to prove what you do, no I think I might give to you my whole damn heart Take a chance on you 'cause I'm a bitch for art So if you make me love you like I think you are Then boy, I'm fucking sacred, better treat me like I'm Holy, holy water (oh) Holy, holy water (oh) Holy, holy water (oh) Holy, holy water (oh) Putting myself up for ransom My heart on the line 'cause you're handsome Saying some shit I ain't used to Letting it slip how much I want you Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah Low key like it when you're cold Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah Somehow makes me want you more I think I might give to you my whole damn heart Take a chance on you 'cause I'm a bitch for art So if you make me love you like I think you are Then boy, I'm fucking sacred, better treat me like I'm Holy, holy water (oh) Holy, holy water (oh) Holy, holy water (oh) Holy, holy water (oh) Holy, holy water (oh) Holy, holy water (oh) Holy, holy water (oh) Holy, holy water (oh)
Writer(s): Isaac Quinn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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