Relative Ash - Flavor | Текст песни

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Floored, I don't feel right
So much flavor he抯 sick you know
Give up love your arm suffers
So I can invite her spit
I don't feel right so much flavor I抦 sick
But don't trip.
Love, I don't feel right
So much flavor he抯 very, very sick
Give up love your arm suffers
So she can invite all of our spit
I don't feel right so much flavor
I'm sick but don't trip
Eyes are shut crib cries
Flush loose teeth pistol whipped
She faints you抮e gone bye, bye
God she's so sick of being second
Taste dies sex when high heart goes limp
She cares you抮e gone bye, bye
God she's so sick of being second
God she's so sick of being second
God it抯 such a sin to be second
Have you ever witnessed full blown romance
And there ain抰 no question they held hands like
We did and your love thank you for having me
I抳e witnessed timeless love
You抮e gone bye, bye
I don't feel right, I don't feel right
I don't feel right
God she抯 so sick of being second never again
God it抯 such a sin to be second

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