Ass Swung Low

Arca

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    I'm so sick
    I fuck you, fuck you

    I'ma kick that fuckin' face in
    Blacklight, wasted
    It wasn't by mistake
    That I got your mouth kicked in
    Sweat, come right, come right, come on
    I'll take time to shift
    Right hit gets shots, ping pong
    [?], Blow your own cock
    [?] Get the fuck off

    Blacklight, wasted
    It wasn't by mistake
    That I got your mouth kicked in
    Sweat right, come right, come right, come on
    [?], Blow your own cock
    When you waking the fake up to lift off, uh

    I'ma sharpen with my lights off, lovin' you
    Do all the things I wanna do
    I'ma share my blood with somebody new
    Take the rest off, fucking you
    If it don't turn out right
    Don't feel wronged
    With what you always had
    Now I'm bringin' it back, with your ass swung low

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    Mind is messin' with the flow
    Turn my sex on, turn my sex off
    Turn my sex up, double cup
    Thread, ripline, blown, kite flying
    Waking all the demons in your way
    Enter in mistake
    Come back to my place, and
    Turn deranged, you turn your ball, hold onto faith

    The hate dissipates
    Are you watchin' my flame?
    Well, consider me entertained
    Bring it back down
    'Cause there used to be a time
    When a flat top push and whine

    I been givin' it up
    Papercut
    Blow up while you're prickin' it up
    Full of shit underneath
    Written all on my face, fresh from the scene
    [?] Get in the limousine
    Climbin' on my [?]
    You're feelin' me, right?

    Sippin' on scotch, scopin' out the scene
    Chasin' all my dreams [?]
    Shit, I'm bringin' it back
    Doin' you wrong, just like that
    Gettin' me strong
    Feelin' in the fight out

    What the drum shout out
    I let the drum shout out
    I let the drum shout out
    'Cause silence is gone
    Let the drum shout out
    I let the drum shout out
    I let it shout out
    I let the drum shout out

    Tryna breathe but I choke
    [?]
    Don't know where you move but I got that shit
    Fire, make ya ass itch
    Make ya brain twitch, routine switch
    I can give it up, no touch
    You better call, call, call, call the fire department

    [?]
    Make ya shit itch
    Make ya head spin
    Booty pop lock, tryna find you
    Bass swung low, drop your creature to the floor

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