Lyrics

We at the telly counting chips Models on my arm I'm on my demon I'm on a streak I'm tryna quit Bezels on my wrist Reflectin' gleamin' Oh Counting up my sins The list is growing Oh Trying to forget who I've become Creep through the night Tryna hide From myself cause I be selfish I be selfish Creep through the night Through the night Passing by Acting up but i can't help it Oh I would break you down I would take your smile Oh No one can tame me now Crazy now Oh I'm made to hurt Homemade in hell Oh So they can't take me down But I would only take you down Your arms are my cell This ain't the time to play it safe Get down on your knees I'll be your preacher Already fiending from the chase You gon have to swallow me No chaser Now my moral compass Has been Broken The tremble in your lips Tells me You're soakin' Push em to the side Do you right here Hopin' nobody notice Rub yourself Sleep through the night Do you right Tell 'em in the morning that your phones dead Oh I would break you down I would take your smile Oh No one can tame me now Crazy now Oh I'm made to hurt Homemade in hell Oh So they can't take me down But I would only take you down Your arms are my cell
Writer(s): Michael Gomes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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