Blaze Cobalt - Twilight

Out, off the late
Seen your bitch, out of place
Give me top, give me face
Then I sent her on her way
Yea we out, off the late
Need a break from the fake
Take a wood to the face
I go up to outer space
I'm the needle in the haystack
Got in my bag, and that was my payback
You sick of me now? picture me way back
You wanna fuck? why ain't you say that
Baby tell me where you stay at
Gimme a chance and I will not waste that
Sick of the games, I do not play that
If you don't wanna give me love, I can replace that
I got yang beside me if they really wanna try me
I'on do this for the fame, nah this shit really just a hobby
Pull up the the party, blacked out coupe it's tinted shawty
You ain't moving how you claim, I'm not gon front for anybody
I told you to chill, no need to be hot right now
Sunday service on the block right now
We be chilling when the pac touch down
Told these niggas "Better pipe right down"
I don't wanna build, I just wanna break it down
I don't want it if its shake, uh uh
I be burning down the pac all day
Believe me when I say I feel ok, ok?
And we out off the late
Yea, out off the late
Yea, yea we out off the late, yea
Out, off the late
Seen your bitch, out of place
Give me top, give me face
Then I sent her on her way
Yea we out, off the late
Need a break from the fake
Take a wood to the face
I go up to outer space

Written by:
Andrew Williams, Thomas Arroyo

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