You dont want, what I felt
You just want my wealth
You’re in love with me
I know your deeper health
I dont lie, i dont lie
I keep it 100
I dont lie, I dont lie
Might aswell be a tundra
Riddle riddle me this.. keep it a little
Tucked under there, chasing the riddle
Crime in the air, smelling the brittle yeah
You were trapped in the rubble
You were lost & the fumbled
You were called into war, to war to war
Now you’re troublе in the air
What i smell in the air? is it you i prеpare?
You were lost in the fair
You ain’t god to me, you was lost in dreams
You are loud to me, you are long to me
I smelled a lie
You dont want, what I felt
You just want my wealth
You’re in love with me
I know your deeper health
I dont lie, i dont lie
I keep it 100
I dont lie, I dont lie
Might aswell be a tundra (x2)
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