Lyrics

Do it faithfully I don't think they're really who they claim to be Been in LA think it jaded me Didn't call you that was the faded me (O-oh Woah) On the edge of the map then I drop Keep a watch, demons pop up open shop Walk the walls like I'm S.W.A.T., could you not? Stir the pot, goldie locked at my spot LA bop, she got face but no thoughts (Yea) Like a church with no God just a box (Yea) What's your purp, did you write yourself a plot yet? And we taking what you got, (Yea) You live in a glass house Careful when we rock (Yea) Do it faithfully I don't think they're really who they claim to be Been in LA think it jaded me Didn't call you that was the faded me (O-oh) And when they came through for the round-up Blood-stained smiles when they found us People only there when you up now Wonder why I never come around much Ain't enough 'round here to go round Wish I knew, then what I know now Had to get it popping on my own (Wow) Cloudy with a chance it feel like home now (Wow) And I think I gotta slow down All these drugs make me feel alone now Rarely taking pictures when I go out Everybody looking like a clone now Do it faithfully I don't think they're really who they claim to be Been in LA think it jaded me Didn't call you that was the faded me (Woah) On the edge of the map then I drop
Writer(s): Derek Hurd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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