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And I hear you’ve ended up fine
And I heard you’re making out alright
I’ve heard you still don’t like the cold outside
And I’ve heard you still got trouble tracking time

And I’ve heard you said one time
That I never even fucking cross your mind
And I guess I’ll act like that’s fine
But you should know that you cross mine all the time

The city’s getting darker by the second
And we’re losing sleep and losing friends in time
Where did all the weekends go
The wasted time and youth

Thin lines again
I never knew just what I’ve missed
But it’s hit or miss this time
I’ve paid my dues now it’s time to get this right

I know that things are changing now
I know that things are changing now
I know that things are changing
The only place I know has turned on me

Take a look into the setting sun
(I know that things are changing now)
Take a look and who are you going to miss
(I know that things are changing now)

Take a look into the setting sun
(I know that things are changing now)
Take a look and who are you going to miss
(I know that things are changing now)

I know that things are changing now
I know that things are changing now
I know that things are changing
The only place I know has turned on me

If you heal these wounds, sing me off
If you heal these wounds, sing me off
When a favor’s too much to ask, an hour’s come and passed
When you heal those wounds, sing me off. Sing me off
If I can’t choose, why would you?
If I could bloom, so could you
What a sour tasting delight
A killing in front of your eyes
When you heal your wounds, sing me off
Sing me off
Sing me off
If I hear your ghost I’m a fool
If I slit my throat, would it be to use?
Yeah I’ve been ashamed but I got away
I hope you heal your wounds, sing me off
Swallow me whole
Swallow me whole
If I’m still too young, break my chains
If my shades too dark, weep in vein
If I kill you now, will I be saved?
I’ll kill you now, and I’ll be saved
If you heal your wounds, sing me off

[Verse 1]
What’s up?
How’s it going?
The unreal cheekbone
She is so dreamy
That she got features on Fellini
Deadpan, unimpressed
Archimedes Palimpsest
Just hanging out all Julian Casablancas

[Pre-Chorus]
She is an ephiphany
Her electricity opens my days like she always knew
I feel like affinity, look at me, a deity
In all the ways, she’s a break-thru

[Chorus]
Under the sun, there’s nothing new
But she keeps it 100 in the shade
She’s a break-thru
It’s cold out there
That’s nothing new
But she keeps it 100 through the shade
She’s a break-thru

[Verse 2]
She is so wild
Middle-earth highbrow
Her line is Pablo but her color’s Fauves
What about it?
Just to review
She will a-break thru
Nobody stops her
No one can lock her down

[Pre-Chorus]
She is an ephiphany
Her electricity opens my days like she always knew
I feel like affinity, look at me, a deity
In all her ways, she’s a break-thru

[Chorus]
Under the sun, there’s nothing new
But she keeps it 100 in the shade
She’s a break-thru
It’s cold out there
That’s nothing new
But she keeps it 100 through the shade
She’s a break-thru

[Bridge]
She’s a break-thru
She’s a break-thru
She’s a break-thru
She’s a break-thru

[Chorus]
Under the sun, there’s nothing new
But she keeps it 100 in the shade
She’s a break-thru
It’s hot out here
And warm indoor
But she keeps it 100 through the shade
She’s a break-thru

[Outro]
She’s a break-thru
She’s a break-thru
She’s a break-thru
She’s a break-thru

[Intro: BlocBoy JB]
Ha, word
SIMI, load that fuckin’ SIMI
Hey (ha), hey, yeah

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (word)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
That choppa turn you to a runnin’ back, bitch (grrrah)
Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom)
I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word)
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that’s on my mama)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ho, better not say no more (what)
Bitch, get me some Glock from the store (go)
You did the set, cool, say no more (no)
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho (word)
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho (ho)
In the air, like a UFO (in the air)
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control (word)
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean shit up like it’s poop control (poop control)
Hundred drum up his nose (nose), keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pull
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout (word)
I’ma pull up in some drive out (skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 1: BlocBoy JB]
It’s a race (ayy, it’s a race)
I can’t hit your blunt ’cause it might just be laced (might be laced)
And I can’t fuck your bitch unless I get some face (I get some face, uh)
I had a worst and mad ho askin’ for favors
I be smokin’ on loud, just woke up the neighbors
I’m in your house like I do your cable
Snitched on your man, boy, you is a trader (word)
Stab a nigga like dominoes on a table
Sunday we pray for senile for saviour
DOA, that’s first degree, can’t save you
I’m totin’ shit like I’m Mater
2017, made the fader
Balling on niggas like Lakers
I call up [?] for a fade up
Chopper will spin you around
360, we getting these waves up
She didn’t want you, so you raped her
Call you a plate cause you ate her
Fuck a fourth of the lean, pour an eight up
She give me head ’til she get her lil’ grades up

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (word)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
That choppa turn you to a runnin’ back, bitch (grrrah)
Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom)
I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word)
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that’s on my mama)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ho, better not say no more
Bitch, get me some Glocks from the store
You did the set, cool, say no more
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho
In the air, like a UFO
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean shit up like it’s poop control
Hundred drum up his nose, keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pull
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout, I’ma pull up in some drive out

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
We been had your wife, man, we don’t want your bitch (ooh)
You sipping on karo, we sip actavis (chill)
Don’t need no lights for my bust down to hit (huh)
I got like 3 pinky rings on my fist (god damn)
Kick a bitch out of my house (ooh)
Kick her ass house because she came with mid (chill)
Me and Bloc just gave your grandma a brick (huh)
Your bitch pussy dirty, it smelling like fish (ooh)
Ooh, we ain’t with none of that, ho (huh)
I don’t drink water, bitch, I only pour fours (yeah)
I be getting like a hundred bands for a show (ooh)
I just smashed eight hoes in a row (chyeah)
Auntie pregnant smoking on dope (damn)
And I got a bad bitch sniffing on coke (huh)
Could of bought a house but I went and bought a boat (boat)
I’m so rich but I still want more (more)
I was on house arrest popping on pills (pills)
Now Lil Pump worth like ten mil’ (yeah)
Got a lot of ice on my chains, it’s real (wow)
Sipping on wok with Dr. Phil (ooh)
Can’t buy a pint if the bitch ain’t sealed (nope)
Got your wife booted in Beverly Hills (yeah)
Try to come in my house, get your ass killed (killed)
I’m on molly, all my pints just spilled (ooh)

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (word)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
That choppa turn you to a runnin’ back, bitch (grrrah)
Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom)
I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word)
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that’s on my mama)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ho, better not say no more
Bitch, get me some [?] from the store
You did the set, cool, say no more
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho
In the air, like a UFO
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean shit up like it’s poop control
Hundred drum up his nose, keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pull
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout, I’ma pull up in some drive out