No More

ian (Trap)

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    He gave me the strength to avenge my family
    Since then, we've never looked back (Rio, Rio)
    BNYX (Keys, Keys)

    I'll press my face real close to your own
    I don't ever wanna leave your arms
    Drop slidin' away, ain't callin' it home
    Can you bring me back to the start?
    We done went both ways, we're Cullinan doors
    Tell a broke ho': Don't even start on me, get on, no more
    Walking past what I can't get back, you don't even know I'm here
    Bitch mad, she don't cut no slack, she making me overwhelmed
    I done went and made it there and back, you wouldn't even know it

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    Said: I love you, she ain't say it back, she normally show it
    Lately I been runnin' out of breath, lookin' for the shore
    Baby, I been workin' on my patience
    Never touched one band in yo' whole life, how the fuck is you getting complacent?
    I been settin' the standard my whole life, y'all broke boys stayin' ungrateful
    This shit can get sad from time to time, so I keep lil' shorty adjacent
    Maybe I'm just runnin' out of time
    It's a cold ass world out there, that's why I gotta keep the burner on my side
    I know that I'm goin' to Hell, I'm startin to feel a lil' used to the fire
    We runnin' out of time together, startin' to feel too used to this shit
    Wrong place, wrong time, I guess
    No face, no crime committed
    Still chasin', boy, I'm proud to be
    Too late, no stoppin' me
    I ain't trippin', I'm happy we happened
    This comes with time, I see you moved on
    I hope that he's making you happy
    He play with the guys, we layin' them down
    I hope they'll be happy in Heaven
    You'll be on my mind, at least for a while
    Just promise me you will remember, ho-ho

    I'll press my face real close to your own
    I don't ever wanna leave your arms
    Drop slidin' away, ain't callin' it home
    Can you bring me back to the start?
    We done went both ways, we're Cullinan doors
    Tell a broke ho': Don't even start on me, get on, no more
    Walking past what I can't get back, you don't even know I'm here
    Bitch mad, she don't cut no slack, she making me overwhelmed
    I can make it there and make it back, you wouldn't even know I'm here, oh, ho-ho-ho

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    Composición: Ian Smith

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