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That Boi Saint - Disorder Lyrics



That Boi Saint - Disorder Lyrics
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I wasn't jealous when I met you
Hate the fact that you changed me
When you were f*ckin' around
I thought that it wouldn't faze me
I want you to ride with me
I want you to die with me
I don't care if it hurts
Tears come down, they just burn
Yeah, I want you to turn back against me
F*ck the jealousy
I know they envy
I miss your lips just slightly
I don't care if it hurts, feelin' the worst
I cannot let go from you
From each other
Filling my spots
I know you like no other
A feelin' that you put me out of the gutter
I liked when we were stayin' under the covers
But now you pullin' out, I feel a disorder
I'm feelin' the ice, yeah
I'm feelin' the cold
I still don't care what the f*ck I've been told
Love is a funny game, give me the dice, I'm gonna roll them
Just like when we were feelin' the love then
Now this shit washed down
Put the gun down
Pull the trigger on the countdown
The amount of things that I would do to get you
I fly to Mars then I would fly to the moon
At this point I just don't know what to do
Our relation, yeah, I try to improve
Lights in the middle of the ocean I still see the light, yeah,
That is shining me is comin' through
I'm gettin' gunned down, gettin' dumbed down
Blood is gushing, yeah, I'm not bulletproof
I want you to ride with me
I want you to die with me
I don't care if it hurts
Tears come down, they just burn
Yeah, I want you to turn back against me
F*ck the jealousy
I know they envy
I miss your lips just slightly
I don't care if it hurts, feelin' the worst
I cannot let go from you
From each other
Filling my spots
I know you like no other
A feelin' that you put me out of the gutter
I liked when we were stayin' under the covers
But now you pullin' out, I feel a disorder
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I feel a disorder
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I wasn't jealous when I met you
Hate the fact that you changed me
When you were f*ckin' around
I thought that it wouldn't faze me
I want you to ride with me
I want you to die with me
I don't care if it hurts
Tears come down, they just burn
Yeah, I want you to turn back against me
F*ck the jealousy
I know they envy
I miss your lips just slightly
I don't care if it hurts, feelin' the worst
I cannot let go from you
From each other
Filling my spots
I know you like no other
A feelin' that you put me out of the gutter
I liked when we were stayin' under the covers
But now you pullin' out, I feel a disorder
I'm feelin' the ice, yeah
I'm feelin' the cold
I still don't care what the f*ck I've been told
Love is a funny game, give me the dice, I'm gonna roll them
Just like when we were feelin' the love then
Now this shit washed down
Put the gun down
Pull the trigger on the countdown
The amount of things that I would do to get you
I fly to Mars then I would fly to the moon
At this point I just don't know what to do
Our relation, yeah, I try to improve
Lights in the middle of the ocean I still see the light, yeah,
That is shining me is comin' through
I'm gettin' gunned down, gettin' dumbed down
Blood is gushing, yeah, I'm not bulletproof
I want you to ride with me
I want you to die with me
I don't care if it hurts
Tears come down, they just burn
Yeah, I want you to turn back against me
F*ck the jealousy
I know they envy
I miss your lips just slightly
I don't care if it hurts, feelin' the worst
I cannot let go from you
From each other
Filling my spots
I know you like no other
A feelin' that you put me out of the gutter
I liked when we were stayin' under the covers
But now you pullin' out, I feel a disorder
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I feel a disorder
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Writer: Ignacio Santos
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Performed By: That Boi Saint
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Ignacio Santos

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