Blackjack Oktavia (Ft. Oktavia)

Can’t commit, I’ll quit but hit me one more time
Gonna ditch it when you’re sick, so hit me one more time
Try a bit before you split and hit me one more time
Better make a bid that’ll catch my eye

Red and loud, double down and you’ll rive the moonlit night
Shout and it’ll bounce, so hit me- oh, that’s right
Gotta rake it in, take me in for one more freezing kiss
Bet that I can taste the lies on your lips

Soon, in a way, sense becomes a weapon
Towards loss and gain focused intervention
All to obtain pleasure-soaked affection
First place will get a taste

Counters that seem to know the margin
The price attached to putting your heart in
Take me, let’s break everything
Before we break ourselves

Quick, take a knife and spike wise, since the guards here are far better left to waste
Now you’re en route to stare truth in the face. Hit me, stand free
Know this song’ll just crawl along. ‘Till you say your next play, the game goes on
Belt what’s felt when won with 21

When, casually, despair stumbles on your path
Then, naturally, hope will follow after that
Practically perfect and swept, you retract
Again, isolated