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• Artiste: Marlon Craft
• Titre: Sedatives
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What's love got to do? What's love to me? Pray it's more than a telephone buzz to me Time is the one true luxury So I gotta move (How?), move punctually Internet like drugs to me I'm off of the web with it I get awfully depressed in it They extraordinary cappers like I'm pullin' out my best fitted I'm out in London and they sayin', "He the best, innit?" Yeah (Let's get it) Craftelonious, baby (Yeah) We don't gotta mask the lonelinеss, baby (Nah) Tryna log out and stroke your shit daily But all this temporary temptation, sеnseless sensation Vacant vacations, impotent impatience Hard to make it make sense when you just tryna make it But there's a better life waitin' I been tryna find a way to show you that I love you more than anything I been tryna find a way, console you that you know that you is everything That you're more than what you owe or what you got or what you tend to bet on things If you knew more than they said you is, would you lay off those sedatives? I been feelin' temptation on my soul I been feelin' them prey on my iPhone Stay away, stay away, I'm in my zone, I know It ain't as good as it's goin' to be I been healin' them ways that I die from You can hear the sun rays all in my poems I been feelin' okay with my typos, I know I'll be as good as I'm goin' to be Feeling groovy On my arm, got a beauty (Beauty) Body fine like that, she don't gotta autotune it Need her like I need music, yeah If you want my two cents, I could be a nuisance I could write the blueprint, I ain't tryna build with you, though Need some new shit, lightweight, they could take two clicks Believe anything that they wrote, woah Rome wasn't built in a day, no But it burned down from decay, woah They done turned our minds to some Play-Doh Thank God I got the sauce, baby, Prego, yeah But rarely follow my advice, let go my vice So pray tell if you got the answers Single malt Scotch in the decanter Walk the thin line 'tween wisdom and banter I been tryna find a way to show you that I love you more than anything I been tryna find a way, console you that you know that you is everything That you're more than what you owe or what you got or what you tend to bet on things If you knew more than they said you is, would you lay off those sedatives? I been feelin' temptation on my soul I been feelin' them prey on my iPhone Stay away, stay away, I'm in my zone, I know It ain't as good as it's goin' to be I been healin' them ways that I die from You can hear the sun rays all in my poems I been feelin' okay with my typos, I know I'll be as good as I'm goin' to be I been tryna find a way to show you that I love you more than anything That you're more than what you owe or what you got or what you tend to bet on things Give me sedative I need sedative Ooh, I just need a lil' taste, babe Give me sedative Give me sedative Give me sedative I need sedative Ooh, gotta let you go, why I gotta let go?