Mr.Brightside

[Intro]
Ayy, yuh, swear my heart so- (Surf Gang, bitch)

[Chorus]
Ayy, yuh, bitch I feel alone, ayy
I'm on my G-lone, ayy
Swear my heart so cold, ayy
It's not made of chrome
On my hip yeah I got chrome
That's just some shit that's hitting home
Thank God we made it out the mud, yeah
Made it out the trenches
We ain't got no love that's why we fucking on all these bitches
Put my life into this shit, yeah, reason I'm committed
Okay bitch let's get it

[Verse]
He got hit with a hundred shots, ayy
He don't know what hit him I might just spin his block
Found out he wasn't with it
He claim he slime but why he snitching, ayy
Now he on my shit list, yuh
Light him up like christmas
These bullets hot and fresh like biscuits
.These diamonds dancing [?]They just hold racks in them[?]
You know you ain't about that Street shit, why the fuck you in it?
So now we creeping down your block and shit, all the windows tinted
We up the windows we got mopsticks, why your ass went missing

[Chorus]
Yuh, bitch I feel alone, ayy
I'm on my G-lone, ayy
And my heart so cold, ayy
It's not made of chrome
On my hip yeah I got chrome
That's some shit that's hitting home
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