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letra de lover don't wear me - edgar the beatmaker

[verse 1: jadasea, billie holiday, & ]

(the sky was blue)

(and high above)
i said i, said i, said i
(the moon was new)
i said i, i said i be scheming
(and so was love)
to get the dream in
(this eager heart of mine was singing)
then hit this abyss of a seamen
deep breathing
hit ceiling
(lover, where can you be)
with a heart on the
bpm peakin’
i’m just preaching
so you can practice at this atlas
(you came at last)
try map this
‘fore i burn it up
(love had its day)
with the match stick spark
like fights in bars
(that day is past)
double parking cars
so i spark the love
(you’ve gone away)
savor, like [?], billing in the bar
(this aching heart of mine is singing)
eastwood with the blonde hen-do
[?] brother from the south river
lover come back to me
like any other brother undercover
undercover, i’m really, really, happy
step it to them, dripping about a hundred men
puling the pin, dipping sl!ck
’cause these dips could have you whip back
ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bad man
the same with my [?] or dan clan spit slang
(when i remember every little thing)
like wu-tang, with big hands look into the future
to make manoeuvres, she a smooth mover
like snakes and the gods, have you ever seen medusa
deeper in this water than the scuba
the [?] through the [?] to elude the barracuda
get caught up in the storm with the [?]
see that b-tch, i grew up
i raised my heart with the [?]
on some overheat, i need to cool off
and start jumping
and i ain’t talking man hitting hares when i’m hunting
no wonder getting something
but i see you over there with you back-to-fronting
like scope, clip-clip-blow
[verse 2: archy marshall, billie holiday & ]
lover, (lover, where can you be) where can you be
, squealing, screaming
(lover, where can you be)
and every little bit of this ceiling
might fall down, down
you came at last singing
’cause this little b-tch has got a broken crown
she ain’t no queen anymore
act one, scene two, she’s a wh0re
and every single bit of me that’s on the floor
realising that i don’t adore
i’ve never loved and never will
but still, if you want to chill, we can chill, like jack and jill
aristocrats, chilling on the hill
that’s what it was like back in the day
but what can i say? my baby went away
she turned into gravy, what can i say?
it turned quite grey, it wasn’t brown
it had no bit of me, now i’m eating out
girl, i used to get down (girl)
girl used to bring me down (girl)
girl, i used to get down (girl)
girl you used to bring me down, bring me down
now i be bathed in doubt
[outro: billie holiday]
(when i remember every little thing)

- edgar the beatmaker

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