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letra de leaves & panties - $ir abe & chase saint

[intro: girl in red]
we fell in love in october
that’s why (saint, you’re my hero), i love fall
looking at the stars
admiring from afar

[verse]
wait, wait, in october, uh, this sh-t going down
i could change ya’ for the better, you just need to hear me out
wait, wait, what the f-ck? everybody dead
dead man’s party, this a ball party, it’s all in my head
i go m.i.a then show these n-ggas i don’t give no f-cks
i might give out backshots with yo’ baby in my newest truck
is you stupid? we not basketball, no, you can’t handle us
i swear i forgot to tell ya’, i’m a monster (blehh!)
roll the window down, my ‘lil bro, he screaming, “slatt!” (slatt)
we met in october like, do you remеmber that? (yeah)
that’s why i love to fall down, undеrstand that
now i got [?] with the money and the xanax (woah)
all these nosy ass hoes talkin’ ’bout you, talkin’ ’bout me (woah)
you was the only one i wanted, every other b-tch f-cking chopped cheese (woah)
they don’t hear the same, hear the same
baby you the one for me (yeah)
buckle up, let’s ride, f-cking in this srt
layin’ lookin’ at the moon (woah)
what i say, i’ma tryna do (woah)
money, money, i’m a breadwinner, i’ma get to it like i’m [?] (woah)
what you looking so tense for? baby you know you gotta let loose
let yo’ wings spread, fly with me, you know i’m a fly dude
now she tryna hold me back like that bih’ been doin’ (yeah)
that hoe tryna drain my mental but i can’t let her do it (yeah)
i gotta hit the block b-tton (yeah), i’m like, “bye, bye, hoe” (yeah)
you tryna bring a n-gga down (yeah)
i won’t even give you time no more (yeah, sh-t)
i won’t have no conversation (no)
’cause you never understand, it don’t ever make sense
yeah, but my new hoe, she look so amazing
me and her (yeah), her and me, we a combination
woah, woah, woah, i could see the trees changing colors
you know i stay with my gun tho
codeine, keep it in the cupboards
[?], can i have your number?
i picked up the bag, you fumbled
loser club b-tch, you in trouble
let’s see how the cookie crumble
d-mn (yeah, yeah), i built this sh-t from the ground up with my hands
two things that’s dropping, the leaves and shorty pants
now it’s october, i think that’s when we met
that started my downfall, how could i forget?

- ir abe chase saint

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