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Artiste:
Triple One
Titre:
The Conformist
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Small talk to bore me of all the bullshit that you sporting A speechless conformist, I don't see the morning (C'est la vie) More talk to keep me up on my feet when I am leaving If she wanna stay though, rest on my own Why I wouldn't wanna stay though, rest on my own, my own My own, yeah I wait for peace It's the same old shit Running constantly Fuck a love song aye Tryna take my lease Get a house on a hill Hear the waves on the beach And we play these games Yeah they fucking with my head Tryna rearrange but its already set and it's done Still you take up the place in my heart God knows I'm tryna kill it Ice cold killer Born bred sinner Spin a web with the finger She a player, I'm the game oh ayo I might have to lay low Small talk to bore me of all the bullshit that you sporting A speechless conformist, I don't see the morning (C'est la vie) More talk to keep me up on my feet when I am leaving If she wanna stay though, rest on my own Why I wouldn't wanna stay though, rest on my own, my own Whatever I felt, I hold it in Never had help, we rolled it in The two of us The stakes were thin We break them in We made to win Said get up out my face if you ain't talking bout that guolla Interrogate the world like I was Simba, you were Nala But every great team comes to the end of an era Silly sitting there thinking I could have done better The sun in the sky never reflects my inner weather Eyes cold killer shield your tears with my umbrella Ice cold killer Born bred sinner Spin a web with the finger She a player, I'm the game oh ayo I might have to lay low Small talk to bore me of all the bullshit that you sporting A speechless conformist, I don't see the morning (C'est la vie) More talk to keep me up on my feet when I am leaving If she wanna stay though, rest on my own Why I wouldn't wanna stay though, rest on my own, my own