I feel I ain't even gotta pop pills If I go then I die real

talking to you it's like walking through a damn minefield high heels him come from a mile still

Tell me you feel how I feel.

Talking to you is like walking through a damn, walking through a damn box here.

I ain't even got a purpose.

If I go, then I die real.

Talking to you is like walking through a damn minefield.

Out.

Out.

Out.

She was gone with the breeze like the wind blowing.

It's cold and hot-headed and frozen.

We part ways like I'm Moses, pink roses.

Everything go up, every door opens.

Everything come down, everything closes.

That means that thing loaded.

I don't say nothing else.

You don't need motive.

Yeah, you sold hands.

Now we've been folding.

Try to play arts like I didn't know this I ain't gonna land more like explosives I told you they would

color is your parachute you wanna love me you embarrassed

I feel I ain't even gotta pop pills If I go then I die real

Talkin' to you's like walkin' through a damn minefield High heels, hear em come from a mile still

Tell me you feel how I feel.

Talking to you is like walking through a damn, walking through a damn high field.

I ain't even got pop pills.

If I go, then I die real.

Talking to you is like walking through a damn minefield.

High heels, hear them come from a mile still Tell me you feel how I feel Talkin' to you's like walkin' through a damn, walkin' through a damn mafia Talk about a kiss when your lips got a little gloss Don't gotta talk, it's the vibe that you givin' off Withdrawals from the talks, we had different thoughts Stayin' from the pain of the thang, had to get it off I've been overthinkin' bout it, do you really love me?

Guess there ain't no way around it Captured by grace

All the while you try to keep a straight face looking at me sideways

Hand on your Bible, other on your rifle Got them both beside me

God, you the gas for survival.

I feel I ain't even gotta pop pills.

If I go, then I die real.

Talking to you is like walking through a damn minefield.

High heels.

See him come from a mile still.

Tell me you feel how I feel.

Talking to you is like walking through a damn, walking through a damn minefield.