WILLOW and Yves Tumor - Perfectly Not Close To Me

Pressure
I can't describe, no
Pass time, stream all victims
Fond caresses
Pathetic beggars
An awful pressure inside
Incurable souls clear away the
Mist in my sight, yeah

Ah-ooh, oh, my God
I don't wanna, I don't wanna talk shit
But I'm so fucked up just like this
Ah-ooh, I
I just die
I just need to get out of my life

Pressure
I can't describe, no
Pass time, stream all victims
Fond caresses
Pathetic beggars
An awful pressure inside
Incurable souls, clear away the
Mist in my sight

Ah-ooh, oh, my God
I don't wanna, I don't wanna talk shit
But I'm so fucked up just like this
Ah-ooh, I
I just die
I just need to get out of my life

Written by:
Willow Smith, Sean Bowie

Publisher:
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