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letra de flatline - 637godwin

[intro]
oh, oh, oh (ayo, jug)
oh, oh, 637

[chorus]
said you fell for me, but i don’t think i’ll ever love you back (love you back)
said you’d run to me, b-tch, you better swear your life on that
cardiac arrest, you got my heart in some handcuffs (handcuffs)
rob me for me your love, cupid aiming, put your hands up (hands up)
behind the bars in my mind (my mind)
the snowboard, my love’s on decline (decline)
need a psych ward or some weed and i’ll be fine (alright)
overdosed on love then i flatlined (flatline)

[verse 1]
you don’t look at me the same when i touch you (no you don’t)
i’m sorry we play these games but i lovе you (f-ck that sh-t)
and you’re nothing without me, that’s the cold truth (no you’rе not)
i’m dying for your love, pass me that noose (d-mn)
i hate it, mentally sedated (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i thought that it would end, thought it would change the day i made it (yeah, yeah)
now i’m steady smoking gas everyday, yeah, i’m faded (godd-mn)
yeah, i’m high as f-ck don’t wanna think i’m elated
tryna get my watch two-tone, smoking gas until i’m too gone (high as f-ck)
remember we would f-ck every day to the same song (yessir)
i don’t know when everything changed, now it’s all wrong (alright)
or maybe it’s just right, i just want a good time
[chorus]
said you fell for me, but i don’t think i’ll ever love you back (love you back)
said you’d run to me, b-tch, you better swear your life on that
cardiac arrest, you got my heart in some handcuffs (handcuffs)
rob me for me your love, cupid aiming, put your hands up (hands up)
behind the bars in my mind (my mind)
the snowboard, my love’s on decline (decline)
need a psych ward or some weed and i’ll be fine (alright)
overdosed on love then i flatlined (flatline)

[verse 2]
when it comes to your love (love), i’m over it
i’m also done with the sober sh-t (done, done, done)
addicted to blunts, only way to live (blunt, blunt, blunts)
revenge on my hoodie, i won’t forgive (forgive)
so many times that i gave up into your seduction (time, time, time)
losing my mind and all my motor function (mind, mind, mind)
i’m on decline, sippin’ on robitussin (‘cline, ‘cline, ‘cline)
closed off, heart cold, not a soul that i’m trusting
run up, we keep poles, i promise we bustin’
grim reaper, i take souls then end all discussion
she’s a drop from heaven and taking her’s a must
been chasing the dragon, mary jane to angel dust

- 637godwin

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