
Pray woody (Dream Caster)
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[Hook]
I'm picking up your call, I'm falling
I fell for you, it's all for you
Margiela on, I'm missing you
And bae I pray for you, I pray for both of us
I need forgiveness
Won't act like a victim
I fell down from heaven
She wear my Calvin's
I'm into that, I'm into you
I fell from heaven, she from hell
I can't believe I fell for you
She wear my heart like a skin suit
I can't love her like I loved you
[Verse]
Armani on me like an incel
And we got the drop got the intel
Don't call my cell
I won't pick up, I'm not around
Yeah I've got ties that held me down
I'm getting high whеn you're not around
I walk the streets, yeah I nod around
I don't beef- Hе chicken, he a clown
I love the work I stack it by the pound
I be up in London spending pounds
Nah, I ain't 'fraid to front though
Nah, Facy roll that fronto
At my show I gotta toke-toke
I'm on stage throw it up
Same page, different book
With my girl, I can't cook
I'm picking up your call, I'm falling
I fell for you, it's all for you
Margiela on, I'm missing you
And bae I pray for you, I pray for both of us
I need forgiveness
Won't act like a victim
I fell down from heaven
She wear my Calvin's
I'm into that, I'm into you
I fell from heaven, she from hell
I can't believe I fell for you
She wear my heart like a skin suit
I can't love her like I loved you
[Verse]
Armani on me like an incel
And we got the drop got the intel
Don't call my cell
I won't pick up, I'm not around
Yeah I've got ties that held me down
I'm getting high whеn you're not around
I walk the streets, yeah I nod around
I don't beef- Hе chicken, he a clown
I love the work I stack it by the pound
I be up in London spending pounds
Nah, I ain't 'fraid to front though
Nah, Facy roll that fronto
At my show I gotta toke-toke
I'm on stage throw it up
Same page, different book
With my girl, I can't cook
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