paroles de chanson LET HER GO - Micinic feat. Ylsih

Imma give you what you want
Imma give you back to her
I know that's what you want
Imma give you what you want
Cause I know I'm dead to her

But that ain't what I want
That I ain't what I need
That ain't what I done
What she's done to me
But this is all I know
Hate to see her leave
Thought she was in love
But love is make believe
Imma let her go go go go
Imma let her go go go go

Imma give you what you want
Imma give you back to her
I know that's what you want
Imma give you what you want
Cause I know I'm dead to her

But she's my whole world
She's my girl
But she's tangled
In her curls
If she would
Just let the truth unfurl
Then we can stop spinning in circles

So if you take her
Promise not to break her
Cause if you break her
Imma break ya
If you cheat on her
Promise you'll be first
To make you hurt
Cause that's my baby girl

Imma give you what you want
Imma give you back to her
I know that's what you want
Imma give you what you want
Cause I know I'm dead to her

It's a different set of rules that we follow
Come up with a missing head like This was Sleep Hollo
My heart is hollow
Vivid picking no picasso
El Dorado
Where we met all on a high note
Mid-Toronto
I don't wanna know you anymore uh
She bullshitting i'm the matador
Made amends under sycamore
Leaves, bushes have em too
But I can't chase you past the door
You fucked me up worse than Candace
Explain my feelings but you could Never understand it
Drop a hot call back
If you won't hand it
You see me winning
Knew you never could stand it
I want the best for you
And the one you fuck with
It fucks me up
How what we had is nothing
I'm steady drugging
No i'm not bluffing
Was a single solo
Now i'm double cupping

I might take my love
And throw it away
I might take my love
And throw it away
I might take my love
And throw it away
I might take my love
And throw it away ay

Take the traces of love
I Take the faces of fun
Making the paces I run
She a racist because
I'm mad at her cause She ain't even making enough
What I make a week
Bitch You make in a month
I'm mad cause she won't even show no love
There's debts to be paid
Yeah bills to pay up
Yeah you got the funds
Girl I'm just saying
But you still throw away
What could be our love

I might take my love
And throw it away
I might take my love
And throw it away
I might take my love
And throw it away
I might take my love
And throw it away ay

I don't care what you say
Girl I'm raising to fame
Yeah it's a shame
That you had to be lame
Why you gotta be lame
I don't know what to say

Take love
Fake love
Take love
Ya fake as fuck
Take love
Throw it away