chet faker ft banks - 1998 | Текст песни

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• chet faker ft banks
• 1998

So I got edges that scratch
And sometimes I don’t got a filter but I’m so tired of eating all of my misspoken words
I know my disposition gets confusing
My disproportionate reactions fuse with my eager state
That’s why you wanna come out and play with me
Yeah

Why?

Stooped down and out you got me begging for thread
To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
Stu-pid-ly think you had it under control
Strapped down to something that you don’t understand
Don’t know what you were getting yourself into
You should have known, secretly I think you knew

I got some dirt on my shoes
My words can come out as a pistol and I’m no good at aiming but I can aim it at you
I know my actions they may get confusing
But my unstable ways is my solution to even space
That’s why you wanna come out and play with me yeah

Stooped down and out you got me begging for thread
To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
Stu-pid-ly think you had it under control
Strapped down to something that you don’t understand
Don’t know what you were getting yourself into
You should have known, secretly I think you knew

Hold it out try to hide it out but my tracks are better
Hold it out try to hide it out but my tracks are better

Stooped down and out you got me begging for thread
To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
Stu-pid-ly think you had it under control
Strapped down to something that you don’t understand
Don’t know what you were getting yourself into
You should have known, secretly I think you knew
Secretly I think you knew

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