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flank - supxr & wydrob lyrics

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[intro]
the last time that i sat beneath stars like this
i was with her
i felt this pain for so long
s*u*p*x*r

[chorus: supxr]
she gon’ do her best, huh
i might pull up with the rest
sapphire on my neck
i got rubies on my chest
huh, fu* this bank
they can’t cash this check
u*u*u*under pressure
know my boy gon’ watch my flank, huh

[post*chorus: wydrob]
(whatcha doin’?)
i’m tryna offer him a gesture
he was clownin’, stole all his cars and turned them to jesters
i guess i’m a collector, put ’em up on my dresser
and give him half*timed 808s like the error

[verse 1: wydrob]
this might prove to be problematic
she’s tryna hide the truth
i bet she’s got the key in the attic
this some obscene type of magic
i’m pressin’ esc to combat it
she’s acting up, she lied to me
she took my visa, my amex, i took the key to her passage
she not too sweet when fanatic
she move her feet up and down
i hit the feets in a panic
i got two feeds, one hermetic, one public
keep other matters in private
she wouldn’t get that, won’t have it
shy, but*
[chorus: supxr]
she gon’ do her best, huh
i might pull up with the rest
sapphire on my neck
i got rubies on my chest
huh, fu* this bank
they can’t cash this check
u*u*u*under pressure
know my boy gon’ watch my flank, huh

[verse 2: supxr]
t*shirt cost an arm
watch it cost a leg
ignore me constantly
i feel like i got you upset
i am not placin’ a bet
you’re the one makin’ a mess
won’t give you a shot
you’re the one takin’ a test
i’m gettin’ sad ’cause they’re my own thoughts
don’t look at me
go and cut your own loss
take your own advice, try to be your own boss
it’s for your betterment at no cost

[chorus: supxr & wydrob]
she gon’ do her best, huh
i might pull up with the rest
sapphire on my neck
i got rubies on my chest
huh, fu* this bank
they can’t cash this check
u*u*u*under pressure
know my boy gon’ watch my flank, huh
[post*chorus: wydrob]
i’m tryna offer him a gesture
he was clownin’, stole all his cars and turned them to jesters
i guess i’m a collector, put ’em up on my dresser*er
and give him half*timed 808s like the error

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