Lyrics Wasted Eyes - Amaarae
Racks
on
racks,
money
ginja
me
Opps,
they
talk,
say
na
frequency
Had
to
laugh
way
they
humor
me
Runnin'
it
up
with
the
urgency
Streets
dey
over
ginja
me
From
the
wall
to
the
window
seat
In
the
sun,
through
the
storm,
in
the
winter
I'm
in
the
club,
shawty
moving
like
a
ninja,
ninja
Fresh
to
death,
I'm
beyond
heat
Activist
in
my
Dior
jeans
Buss
a
jigg,
feed
you
Molly
Feed
my
love
like
crack
to
this
fiend
I
can't
be
your
lover
Too
many
things
to
lose
You
love
me
with
no
honor
Don't
wanna
leave,
I
don't
I
knew
that
you
were
trouble
Wasted
eyes
on
you
I
can't
be
your
lover
Too
many
things
to
lose
Demon
with
the
Dior
on
the
dresser
Pop
a
Molly
tessie
in
a
Tesla
Let
it
warm
your
back
and
your
neck
(uh,
uh,
uh)
I'ma
film
it
all,
make
a
best-of
Edit
it
all,
make
it
scene
on
scene
Under
it
all,
know
you
scheme
on
me
Hottie
million
with
a
milli'
on
me
I
wanna
menage
with
the
blicky
on
me
Turn
the
bass
up
(tell
me
what
you
want,
want)
She
want
more
to
taste,
uh
(I
can
get
it
all,
all)
(Pretty
little
bitch,
give
me
pretty,
give
me
nana)
(Take
me
to
Nirvana,
diamond
in
the
sky-y)
I
can't
be
your
lover
Too
many
things
to
lose
You
love
me
with
no
honor
Don't
wanna
leave,
I
don't
I
knew
that
you
were
trouble
Wasted
eyes
on
you
I
can't
be
your
lover
Too
many
things
to
lose
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