Lyrics:
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Heart Attack
You make me glow
But I cover up, won't let it show
So I'm putting my defenses up
'Cause I don't wanna fall in love
If I
Luscious blonded haired chick staring
Right at me i think that she aware that
I've been feeling unhappy
I'll give you my soul but
Don't think it'd be
Bitch I don’t give a fuck, I’ll
Stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck
You can ask my ex
I bust quicker than two techs
Caressed by a kid with category
for you outside
Just tomorrow we could have three
Oh yes, by the way, my name's tom
Tom snow, well the other tom snow
The one who's a bit more fun
got a main chick that i want by my side but a broken mind won't let her heart fix up
I'm on my grind on the way to some changes
Bottoms was to crowded
this in the morn, chips in a restaurant
Straight to the hotel
I ain't sold no jeans to no girl
She don't wanna give it to me? Oh well
Plenty more fish in
been working on my melody
While y'all out here acting out, I'm working on my energy
Nineteen, I've been trying to go and find identities
Close friends by
phone for B&Y
Now I'm in the box seats, same row as Ian Wright
Brought her out, start to crunch
Now I'm in Soho House eatin' brunch when I'm out for
bigger when I drank more liquor
That ex-blonde chick can take double the middle fingers
My love dropped shit when the fighting entered the picture
Socked
I told this chick to look at me
She said "Why?"
I was like "cause you lucky"
Didn't take much talk for her to come fuck me
It didn't
Didn't take much
I'm doin' now
Taking her back to my room and I pick her up
Before our bodies are moving down
Take her by her hand, she wanna see the whole world
But
Mind over matter, mind over matter
You got a bad chick but mine was badder
Finna get this money, nigga, climbin' the ladder
If you talkin' money then
Rockin' a crucifix
I'll mack on any chick I feel who got the cutest tits
I'm wanted, fugitive
Robbin' yo whip to cruise in it
See, I'm the only kid
word up
Hardcore, far more than the average
Niggaz tried to bust but they gats get embarrassed
Sayin' that I'm small and belong in a carriage
a chance at it
Knocked on the door, and this fine chick answered
(You're The Rock!) Can I use your phone?
(I'm shakin, sure, if you try some of this
get it, she drippin' in fashion
She hold me hostage like, boy, you gon' need a ransom
She wanna fall in love, but can't, I'm fancy, stay handsome
She
boards to walk, you lucky if the water works
As I move on, I start to see the law love it
The hood's broken and I'm partially the cause of it
Very few get
anywhere, I'm David Blaine on 'em
You think I'm the type?
Nope, delete, don't type nor retweet
I'm more elite than your PC, you and yours PC
You never
chick she gotta give me space
She said I'm always with my entourage like Vinny Chase
Chilling on the street
Rolling round with some niggas
Wearing
love her more than fries
You wanna ask her out but what would she say?
You hope and you pray she'll notice you one day
You see her walking by but you run
four more
Johnny's got six-o looking for four-scores
Told him just link little bro by the fourth floor
Man I just beat the case
So can somebody
chick, and I haven?t seen him since
Maryann? She?s doing great; she might stop by in a little while
I knew that?d make you smile
Yeah, I love this band,
together
Hey Mario! Or you'll chase this forever
Warp zone, friend zone, high score, no more stalking this chick in a
Koopa-Troopa town
Live life easy
together
Hey Mario! Or you'll chase this forever
Warp zone, friend zone, high score, no more stalking this chick in a
Koopa-Troopa town
Live life easy
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