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beat the odds - druskhi & ozn lyrics

[intro: the weeknd]
ran out of feelings
watch it turn to dust
and lose all meaning (no, no)
i don’t long for you no more
it’s k!lling me, it’s k!lling me
it’s k!lling me, yeah
while you were kissing me
you’re kissing me
you’re kissing me, yeah
stuck in the ceiling
vision getting blurry
as i ran out of breath
just to fall for you again
i’ll do anything, do anything
do anything, yeah
your darkest fantasies, your fantasies
just tell ’em to me
and tonight they’ll all come true
to my command
when the night falls, yeah
so hold me close by your side
when the currents come
i’m the only one suffice

[verse 1: travis scott]
put ’em up, put ’em up
put ’em in the daylight
took her back, take*
take two in the same night
beat the odds, beat it
could’ve went a thousand ways
but again, need it (yeah)
la flame
they know we
put on the h and carry that on my arms
been a week
i been outside wherever we go it storms (it’s lit)
c’est la vie
running this sh*t i got the whole world in my palms
she like my ice, fiesty
rocking it down (yeah)
none of these f*ck n*ggas got it as stuck
broke n*gga problems we don’t give a f*ck
hit yo b*tch
hop in and slide
can’t leave no room when it’s tight
let them go now they want me to fight
put ’em on now he coming to bite
hit ’em up, it’s on sight (yeah)
[bridge: the weeknd]
it’s way too fast to beat it
no point trying to defeat it
don’t bother lie to me
don’t lie to me girl
you know too well you need it
i put me underneath it
come and receive it, receive it, yeah

[chorus: playboi carti]
yeah, all of these sh*t that i’m crossing
how the f*ck n*gga still walking
gas on the pedal i’m pouring (yuh)
hit a fine sh*t it was boring, yeah
all of these sh*t from milwaukee
all the sh*t that i’m flodging is on me
all these chrome and i couldn’t do ‘crombie
chop ’em down got me feelin’ like johnny
f*cking on me for the diners, yuh
f*ck, switch out the atmosphere (schyeah)
side chick is your baddest b*tch
i might just mo’f*cking buy her the theatre
red on red, diamonds on diamonds, yeah
look like the time of the month again
cameras on cameras might pop out this year (pop out)
do like ten shows and i vanish, yeah (pop out)
big gun, big d*ck, goated, yeah (pop out)
she got a house i ain’t going, yeah (pop out)
she pulled up just to get folded, yeah (pop)
off of the blunt and the codeine, yeah (pop)
[hook: playboi carti]
catch, my beam (pop)
hit an opp make him mo’f*cking lean (schyeah)
hit his bih cause he act like a peon
hit her once now she acts like a fein

[chorus: playboi carti]
red on red, diamonds on diamonds, yeah
look like the time of the month again
cameras on cameras might pop out this year (pop out)
do like ten shows and i vanish, yeah (pop out)
big gun, big d*ck, goated, yeah (pop out)
she got a house i ain’t going, yeah (pop out)
she pulled up just to get folded, yeah (pop)
off of the blunt and the codeine, yeah (pop)

- druskhi ozn lyrics

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