Moira

I love you, KXVI uh Look at how I work 'cause I Don't got that much to say I do not have to do it but I went and did it anyway They ask for a speech, they seem To think I wrote one yesterday, yeah But I ain't got that much to say And I hope all my friends can make These hurdles in this flesh race I know people that hate on me could never Be at the same spot I await But when I pull my blunt it fade away (JabariOnTheBeat) Still cold, oh, I'm half baked, yeah All flame, uh, I'm in Pompeii, yeah No trains, yeah, I get on planes, yeah Anglais, she got a Frеnch girl waist, yeah Nail paint, uh, on my bald fade, yeah Frostbitе, uh, covering up my face Quality control, my diamonds up on my neck Like so cold they on iceberg Yeah, ice tray, ice tray Down inside the bay right across the ocean I been standing in the rain And I don't love just anybody You just earn the place Right around this time of year I start to see your face In the winds of Toronto And oh, she doing her thing (yeah) I might be The Weeknd She just calling out my name Girl, you fill me up with love inside This world that's full of pain I don't know what to say You feel like a home So I guess I just found my place Bathed in the moonlight, how could I not cry? Look up at the night sky I could feel 'em close by Rather them give me screwface Than to be a two face No, I don't have no name I might leave him no face Burned into my left brain I could see his whole fate Feel like -20 now and I Can't feel my own face Yeah, I hear sirens out my Window for a lullaby when the summer's here This shit just happen all the time Grown old, yeah, I can now see, yeah Oh, you mad we know you tryna be me? (yeah) Hold the phone, lemme say my piece I don't give a fuck Go 'head and scrutinize me all you want Uh, we drink through the night until We start to see the sun just me and my guys I know they got me when I'm stuck This for all the nights that no One really gave a fuck Now we poppin' bottles on the Roof outside the club Still cold, oh, I'm half baked, yeah All flame, uh, I'm in Pompeii, yeah No trains, yeah, I get on planes, yeah Anglais, she got a French girl waist, yeah Nail paint, uh, on my bald fade, yeah Frostbite, uh, covering up my face Quality control, my diamonds up on my neck Like so cold they on iceberg Yeah, ice tray, ice tray