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Smoking drain
I'ma take it to the face
I'ma take it to the face

When she saw me come down, I made her fall in love
Might catch a sundown, 925 my arm
Neck and I'm washed out, I need a bar of soap
I'm still on lockdown when I am all alone
I-I-I'm still combining when I'm on my own
Two and the white line, calling me like a phone
Dress up for you, yeah, I feel like a college boy
Fiends in the black light, street lights carry on

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I'm in dark both night and day, I want to but I can't stay
Don't know why, so I can't say
Going missing, MIA
You're my drug, I'm DEA
Just for you, I catch a case
Just for you, I cut my face
I keep going in a maze
How they change, I pump the brakes
Cut the lames, won't say a name
Pull up late, I know they hate
Pull my jewelry out the lake
You're a snake, I take your place
Gotta eat, I take your plate
I can't wait, I take it straight
I'ma take it to the face

Smoking drain
I'ma take it to the face
Toxic waste, I need an eighth
I'ma take it to the face

Lead the way, can't leave no trace
Change my shape like it's some clay
Cut the brakes and let it shake
Cross the king and get away
I see grey like Fifty Shades
She want Bladee, I run away
She wanna meet me at my place
Duct tape on my license plate
Stay away, I switch my state
Silver trees look like a brace
Yeah, I wait for your embrace
Pledge allegiance to the rain
Yeah, it's Bladee, I'm just a stain
Fuck the fame, don't say my name
Yeah, you fake, and it's a shame
See you fail, can't look away

I'ma take it to the face (I need an eighth)
(I'ma take it to the face)

When she saw me come down, I made her fall in love
Might catch a sundown, 925 my arm
Neck and I'm washed out, I need a bar of soap
I'm still on lockdown when I am all alone
I'm still combining when I'm on my own
Two and the white line, calling me like a phone
Dress up for you, yeah, I feel like a college boy
Fiends in the black light, street lights carry on

(Dress up for you, yeah, I feel like a college boy)
(Dress up for you, yeah, I feel like a college boy)

Writer(s): Carl Mikael Berlander, Benjamin Reichwald, Ludwig Rosenberg

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