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143vanish - feels so right Lyrics



143vanish - feels so right Lyrics




Bottles after bottles Models after models
Brand new truck Drivin' full throttle
Never gave a shit Never gave a f*ck
If I said I miss you Then that's comin' from the heart

Ooh, f*cked up when I don't feel right I've been doin' wrong, but it feels so right
Ooh, call my phone in the middle of the night
But I don't wanna talk and I don't wanna fight
Ooh, swoop right in like a thief in the night

Doin' so much wrong, but it feels so right
Ooh,
On my mama, my auntie, my motherf*ckin' grandma
You talkin' too much and you don't feel my standards

Talkin' too much, got some blood on the rigs, f*ck
I got some blood on the Timbs, f*ck
I got some blood on your bitch, f*ck
I got some blood on the gun, f*ck

I got some blood on the rose petals
What was I doin' for fun, f*ck
F*ck it up, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up

I'm a toilet pool around my room
I got some narcotics and shrooms
F*ck it up, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up

I said I love you way too soon
Now I am fallin' to my doom

Ooh, f*cked up when I don't feel right
I've been doin' wrong, but it feels so right
Ooh
Call my phone another night
I don't wanna alm and I don't wanna fight
Ooh
Swoop right in like a thief in the night
Doin' so much wrong, but it feels so right

Ooh
Ooh
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Bottles after bottles Models after models
Brand new truck Drivin' full throttle
Never gave a shit Never gave a f*ck
If I said I miss you Then that's comin' from the heart

Ooh, f*cked up when I don't feel right I've been doin' wrong, but it feels so right
Ooh, call my phone in the middle of the night
But I don't wanna talk and I don't wanna fight
Ooh, swoop right in like a thief in the night

Doin' so much wrong, but it feels so right
Ooh,
On my mama, my auntie, my motherf*ckin' grandma
You talkin' too much and you don't feel my standards

Talkin' too much, got some blood on the rigs, f*ck
I got some blood on the Timbs, f*ck
I got some blood on your bitch, f*ck
I got some blood on the gun, f*ck

I got some blood on the rose petals
What was I doin' for fun, f*ck
F*ck it up, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up

I'm a toilet pool around my room
I got some narcotics and shrooms
F*ck it up, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up

I said I love you way too soon
Now I am fallin' to my doom

Ooh, f*cked up when I don't feel right
I've been doin' wrong, but it feels so right
Ooh
Call my phone another night
I don't wanna alm and I don't wanna fight
Ooh
Swoop right in like a thief in the night
Doin' so much wrong, but it feels so right

Ooh
Ooh
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Writer: Terrence harris
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Language: English
Length: 2:26
Written by: Terrence harris
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