Cross my T's, dot my I's
Make my bed, draw my blinds
Grieve the sun and tell the skies
This is going to hurt
Love hits like an edible
For some time, incredible
Like physics, it's inevitable
That this going to hurt
Woeful, captive, foolish game
Know it always ends the same
Bloody hands, yourself to blame
This is going to hurt
CHIKA - HURT Lyrics
CHIKA - HURT Lyrics
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Cross my T's, dot my I's
Make my bed, draw my blinds
Grieve the sun and tell the skies
This is going to hurt
Love hits like an edible
For some time, incredible
Like physics, it's inevitable
That this going to hurt
Woeful, captive, foolish game
Know it always ends the same
Bloody hands, yourself to blame
This is going to hurt
Make my bed, draw my blinds
Grieve the sun and tell the skies
This is going to hurt
Love hits like an edible
For some time, incredible
Like physics, it's inevitable
That this going to hurt
Woeful, captive, foolish game
Know it always ends the same
Bloody hands, yourself to blame
This is going to hurt
Writer: Jane Chika Oranika, Derek Dixie
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC