12-28-17 slow death suicideboys type beat
We were tripping
Went swimming
In sin
Tell me what it is
That you believe in
Cause I believe I do
I believe in you
Tell me something sweet for the night
I wanna taste your words like wine
I wanna feel your love like it's mine
Wanna rise like heat to the sky
Less dense then, wanna feel high
Sick of throwing chances like bones to these dogs,
And if bones we are,
I wanna see your soul,
Wanna know everything reason
You're young and feel old
Secrets that freeze
Like honey in the cold,
Like cigarette burns
On your back porch,
Wanna spill like liquid
Through the back door
And baby imma kill myself
Even if it's a slow death
Told you it gets dark
Baby you don't know what you're fucking with
What you're fucking in
Black swimming pools
Nothing they ain't sucking in
I gave you the fucking warning
Now you stuck with it
And I live with this,
I love with this
I run with this
Becoming it
Take a step back
Babe I listen to the facts
Tell you how I see it
And that's just that
⁃ (m.m)
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