[justin]

Sitting in the sun

That would need the one

All i do is chase you

But youre right on the [??] sun

Got me on the wire

Calling you a liar

This not a fight this is a fucking funeral [??]

But what can't be done

Where do we run

To be frank is till think your flesh is fun

Theres no going back

Theres no cope to this crack

I would take your life before i make you my wife

When you just began

Thats your only one

Seasick yeah we bleed but its just for fun

And do you conspire

Through the mock through the mire

Nights full of texts confession and fire

This my empty one

Where the threats is from

And can you believe im leaving em

Cause i want you back

I repose to attack

Face full of strife

Your words are my knife

Words are my knife

All i needs a new she

A cool he

A face

To displace

In peace

In the dutchie

Holdin me up

Being my crutch

Takin my breath

Stay fresh to the death

And now that youre near

Always be here

But me

Im in the clear

Not tryin to front

But see me

Yeah

Im all that i want

Huh

Huh

Im all that i want

Huh

Im all that i want

But you

Youre all that i got