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letra de twenty four - taylr

[intro: duckwrth]
(it’s only twelve lines on my cartier, baby)

[verse 1: taylr]
okay, i confess it
this b-tch gonna make a brudda head spin
sick sh-t, how she love it when i’m down bad
tick, tick, she gon’ be there in a second
accept it, we always gonna come back ’round
when she get amending, seen this d-ck so much she could etch-a-sketch it
eyes closed, blind fold
that’s a h-ll of a sentiment
i hope i don’t
end up dead or irrelevant
’cause i just roll where i got to be
probably your fault if you follow me
stars aligning astronomy bother me
’cause when i see them planets jiggle i got to be
right there
too grown to ask for an apology
trying to give a b-tch a bone
but this chick trying to collar me
f-cking with her should’ve known we wouldn’t grow
reaping in what we sow, oh no
i completed her prophecy
[pre-chorus: taylr]
i need my time, need sp-ce
my grind, create
refine, be great
and this lil’ b-tch try get in my way she want
my time, these dates
white wine, bouquets
my dimes, need bae
and man, i said all of these things to say

[chorus: taylr, duckwrth]
there’s twenty-four hours in a day, uh
why you wanna play when you come my way?
play when you come my way
play when you come my way
there’s twenty-four hours in a day, uh
why you wanna play when you come my way?
play when you come my way
play when you come my way

[verse 2: duckwrth]
pull up in the city, she really want me to tap that
ripping off my shirt, my drawers and my snapback
talkin’ all that nasty sh-t, so i’ma clap back
called her in the afternoon, she never called back
d-mn
huh
she picked the worst time to be a born-again christian
got a reservation at the 5-star michelin
even booked a tour in the motherf-ckin’ kitchen
d-mn
huh
you picked the worst time to wanna ghost on me
you must’ve been abducted by a ufo
and if so, better see your ass float on me
extraterrestri, this ho is messy
pulled up to the pub, she was there with my bestie
f-ck you and you and your little dog too
i ain’t comin’ back to london ’til the sky turn blue like
[pre-chorus: taylr]
i need my time, need sp-ce
my grind, create
refine, be great
and this lil’ b-tch try get in my way, she want
my time, these dates
white wine, bouquets
my dimes, need bae
and man, i said all of these things to say, okay

[chorus: taylr, duckwrth]
there’s twenty-four hours in a day, uh
why you wanna play when you come my way? (uh-huh)
play when you come my way (uh-huh)
play when you come my way
there’s twenty-four hours in a day, uh
why you wanna play when you come my way? (uh-huh, like)
play when you come my way (uh-huh, like)
play when you come my way
there’s twenty-four hours in a day, uh
why you wanna play when you come my way? (my way)
play when you come my way (my way)
play when you come my way
there’s twenty-four hours in a day, uh
why you wanna play when you come my way? (uh-huh, like)
play when you come my way (uh-huh, like)
play when you come my- uh
[outro: duckwrth]
(please, don’t waste my time)

- taylr

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