c4pcha - London Lyrics

You just gave up
I just gave in
Hardcore substance trip
365 stay lit
Throw me to the center of the bottom of the pit
You got me in a ouroboros
Twisting my words
You swear they be hurting you
Locking out my number cuz you think I did dirty girl
She another motherf*cker trynna talk dirty on the phone
Call me in the summer Imma set it off burning cuz Imma

Pop the molly
Do the coke
Light the spoon
That's a joke
Skies be grey this must be York
I'm up all night where is your phone
I take red lines back to your home
I dance all night when I'm alone
You low key watch me through blindfolds

You watch me through blindfolds
You watch me through blindfolds

F*ck boy talkin that shit
You must be a trip
Now yous in London aye
F*ck boy talkin that shit
You must be a trip
Now yous in London aye
F*ck boy talkin that shit
You must be a trip
Now yous in London aye
F*ck boy talkin that shit
You must be a
You
Hate
F*ck boy talkin that shit
You must be a trip
Now yous in London aye
F*ck boy talkin that shit
You must be a trip
Now yous in London aye
F*ck boy talkin that shit
You must be a trip
Now yous in London aye
F*ck boy talkin that shit
You must be a
You
Hate