E.M.Lourde - Grip. (feat. Raghad)

I got it all in my finger tips
I've got your hands oh
No more slipping

I dont know why I'm saying this
I never mean them
I say I never mean them
Mmmmhmmmhmmm

Desperado tweaking off the vibes
Wednesday Adams built her Frankenstein yea she did
Black boots braid my voice these honest lies
I love you but don't believe the hype no i
Built me with loose screws apologize
Outside look good dont feel good inside
Dont know if you know I really tried really did
Anna wintour froze the summer nights
Here to feed your body soul and mind
Out on V.H.S in 89
Love affair afraid to press rewind
Johnny cashed a cheque to walk the line

I got it all in my finger tips
I've got your hands oh
No more slipping
I dont know why I'm saying this
I never mean them
I say I never mean them
Mmmmhmmmhmmm

Wishing you well
Giving you hell
Hands on the wheel
Singing Adele
Relationship gone sink like kitchen no sail
We made a deal
We made a fucking deal
You needed space
I went to the moon
I had to break
Follow the rules
Set me on fire Straight through the night
Still see the world I lost in her eyes

Written by:
Earl Monero, Raghad Cararah

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