Lyrics:
just died
And went to heaven
And went to heaven
Beaten and bathed in blood
I'm hit by, I'm hit by your love and drug
And now that you've c-come
(and) tore the whole game up
Meet me in the square with one in the chamber
The face off nigga
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put your guns up in
the Glock up in his face And now his ass speaking in tongues
You gotta move around, you reached for this I'm cutting off your arm
Been having dreams, they
While you living out of homes in different time zones
Mind blown finna strip you out your rhinestones
Pistol to your ear, this that level I'm on
I
is the animosity money brings
Real niggas out of style we may be one in three
Back against the wall outnumbered by fuckboys
One bullet, one target, one
fuck around and believe you too
We danced for lifetimes in your living room
Died a little in each others' arms
Like we were Cutting Crew
At least once
I just died in your arms tonight
It must have been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
I keep looking for something I can't get
to heaven
Beaten and bathed in blood
I'm hit by, I'm hit by your love and drug
And now you've c-come to raise me up
And I think I just died
I think I
to heaven
Beaten and bathed in blood
I'm hit by, I'm hit by your love and drug
And now you've c-come to raise me up
And I think I just died
I think I
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
We used to be number ten
Now we're permanent one
In the battle lost my finger, mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes
year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[Verse One]
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I
I just wanna rock and pop the bottles with the crew (Crew)
Nowadays you gotta be fake to be cool (Cool)
Posted sipping coli and I'm rolling with
(Refugee, Refugee, uh)
We used to be number ten
Now we permanent one
In the battle lost my finger, mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your
slut
So you don't forget, call before midnight tonight
The boys in the crew are just waiting for you
You never get to move around, you never go
slut
So you don't forget, call before midnight tonight
The boys in the crew are just waiting for you
You never get to move around, you never go
never forget it, better stop and take it in kinda scenes
Everything's just right, yeah, except for one thing
You should be here, standing with your
eternity
Killin' at night and watching victims in the daylight
A demon on the rise, and I'm snatchin' your fuckin' life
Been shot with a twelve gauge
I died
I,
I just died in your arms tonight
it must have been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
uh
Oh I,
I just died in your arms tonight
on stead-trip, cuz niggaz talk shit
Now if, a nigga had a prayer before a nigga died
Would the nigga be dead or would he stay alive?
And if I was in your
Corner store still open it ain't too late
Praise that in your arms like it's a bouquet
Corner store still open it ain't too late
Praise that in
She's loving by proxy, no give and all take
'Cause I've been thrilled to fantasy one too many times
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight…
It was
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy
Living in a box under the stairs
In the corner of the basement of the house
Half a block down
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