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I'm 'bout 6'2" in my Filas I spent my youth on the bleachers I know a win when I see one Go take a lap I just be goin' on instinct You hit my line, say you miss me Wow, I hit you like, "We should fix things" Wink, wink You got my notifications on, you takin' notes Nobody thought I would stay this long, now they all know I don't trust nobody givin' advice Comin' for mine I call you Dracula 'Cause most of you people just can't even look in the mirror So why are you here? This summer, I'm actin' up The same ones who throwin' the shade are afraid of the sun I'm comin' for blood, you knew what it was I'm never blind to a leecher I know the ways of the reaper Got enough blood on my sneakers Go take a lap Always the ones who were preachin' With their hands in your pockets Got no business talkin' Blind off the profit You got my notifications on, you takin' notes (takin' notes, you takin' notes) Nobody thought I would stay this long, now they all know (now they all know) I don't trust nobody givin' advice Comin' for mine (comin' for mine) I call you Dracula 'Cause most of you people just can't even look in the mirror So why are you here? This summer, I'm actin' up The same ones who throwin' the shade are afraid of the sun I'm comin' for blood, you knew what it was You shouldn't have gassed me up (you shouldn't, you shouldn't, you shouldn't) The same ones who throwin' the shade are afraid of the sun (afraid of the sun) I'm comin' for blood, you knew what it was (uh-uh, mm-mm)
Writer(s): Jeremy Dussolliet, Jackson Henry Foote, Julia Jade Capello Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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