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Time so slow, we're gonna grow old Looking at you, in fifty years, what will be different Will you have done what you want Get a big house with an oversized lawn For our, two dogs Or maybe two kids, it's up to us What do you want? What do you want? I got eighty pounds and I just fucking spent them on you Run it back, real quick, that's who I been wanting for me There's no way that she real, this shit fucking up, she on me Breath taking, what you are, big money, big scars They been wanting to go but fuck, I wanna hold on Fuck it, bitch, i'm open Don't be hoping, just be knowing, yeah Can't stop it when we fade away So let's call it a day You got nothing in your way In your arms, that's a perfect place to stay Big cuts, deep wounds, I know we all got issues I know we all confuse you, and it's a lot boo Can you, can you talk too, making it work, you can do You're the only person I can see through Maybe we can ride and decide what we're doing Tiny cottage, tiny village, perfect moving I know this shit got too far and you're hurting But I know in the end it'll be perfect Got some way to pull me in, I shout out, I say 'Fuck yea' I don't really wanna be wasting my time But, my god, she is worth it Say you heard me, baba got some thick threads On my dick, excited, she got me under, fine then Said 'Fa fa', that's Keem, bitch listen in Promise I would die for my bitch, that's a seal of fate Wanna lay down, fuck her good to his Hooligan Shit changes but I know that shawty be modeling Backed up, that's fucked, put your cash up If I don't see ten mil, I won't be working Haych got the bitch that'll make your man have a fit Make him walk away coz my girl prettier That's all fun and games, until she walks away I know she won't today because I have the faith Time so slow, we're gonna grow old Looking at you, in fifty years, what will be different Will you have done what you want Get a big house with an oversized lawn For our two dogs or maybe two kids It's up to us, what do you want? What do you want? I got eighty pounds and I just fucking spent them on you Run it back, real quick, that's who I been wanting for me There's no way that she real, this shit fucking up, she on me Breath taking, what you are, big money, big scars They been wanting to go but fuck, I wanna hold on Fuck it, bitch, i'm open Don't be hoping, just be knowing, yeah Here we are Stuck by this river
Writer(s): Haych, Henry Mcvinnie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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