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Jean Dawson - BAD FRUIT* Lyrics



Jean Dawson - BAD FRUIT* Lyrics
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[ Featuring Earl Sweatshirt ]

I'm just a little volcano in the night time
I can see the world burn under my fingertips
I'm just an apple, I'll fall when I turn ripe
Hit the floor hard, I was never picked

I'm just a little tornado in the sunshine
Click your heels, run on golden bricks
I'm just a little moon running from the sunrise
Make the waves crash, hide behind my only friend

I read every sign on some real shit
But I still trip over every line, on some real shit
It took a long time for me just to feel this
Working overtime, faking like I'm fine, showing diligence
Acting like you hard, but you still a bitch (still a bitch)
Messing with my mind what the pills did (tired)
Niggas press my line, hit the kill switch
Niggas die in the summer time, but I never trip
It wasn't one of mine, I'm heaven sent
In my mothers eyes, everything I did
Kind of undefined, real deal, real spill
Falling off the vine, and I was a little kid living off of Vine
And Sunset, some said it was my time, I ain't done yet

I'm a little volcano, give me space
With my hand out the window, ride the wave
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I'm just a little volcano in the night time
I can see the world burn under my fingertips
I'm just an apple, I'll fall when I turn ripe
Hit the floor hard, I was never picked

I'm just a little tornado in the sunshine
Click your heels, run on golden bricks
I'm just a little moon running from the sunrise
Make the waves crash, hide behind my only friend

I read every sign on some real shit
But I still trip over every line, on some real shit
It took a long time for me just to feel this
Working overtime, faking like I'm fine, showing diligence
Acting like you hard, but you still a bitch (still a bitch)
Messing with my mind what the pills did (tired)
Niggas press my line, hit the kill switch
Niggas die in the summer time, but I never trip
It wasn't one of mine, I'm heaven sent
In my mothers eyes, everything I did
Kind of undefined, real deal, real spill
Falling off the vine, and I was a little kid living off of Vine
And Sunset, some said it was my time, I ain't done yet

I'm a little volcano, give me space
With my hand out the window, ride the wave
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Writer: Thebe Kgositsile, David Dwan Sanders
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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Jean Dawson - BAD FRUIT* Video
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Performed By: Jean Dawson
Featuring: Earl Sweatshirt
Length: 3:27
Written by: Thebe Kgositsile, David Dwan Sanders

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