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to the grave - amos 747 lyrics

[intro]
(i’m not gonna call you amos)

{chorus]
scared to tell her how i feel, i’m a take it to the grave (woah, woah woah)
eyes faded real low, sipping liquor backstage (drank)
she wanna share a soul, but no treesh is getting saved (no)
money over love, that’s just for the price of fame (no, no, no, no)
food for thought, still got a lot on my plate (woah)
woulda been better if she never had stayed (on god)
tryna run off but i know i can’t escape
unspoken truths haunt my dreams like a wraith
fell out of place and i ran out of time (woah, woah woah)
covered in undercover, woulda thought i was a spy (yea)
fear of god fitted got me walking with a rind (woo)
i can’t show no love, fillеd with fear and some pride (woo)
shе don’t exist no more, how could i?
pour another cup, i ain’t really tryna cry (pour another, pour another)
swap another wh0re, it ain’t the same i lost my mind
put ’em all together like the bride of frankenstein, woah
[verse 1]
woah
2.22, i can (not) advance
when i’m feeling blue, i count up some bands
cdg shoe, armani the pants
see through the fake, it’s looking like glass
say that she love me, how long do it last?
i still feel the hate like i was in class
still running from problems that came from the past, woah
woah
won’t let no top from a b*tch stop me
no heart my in my chest so i rock cdg
only came to collect then i fly off the scene, woah
woah
if you really my brother than we gonna break bread
tryna tell her that i love her but i never confess

[chorus]
scared to tell her how i feel, i’m a take it to the grave (woah, woah woah)
eyes faded real low, sipping liquor backstage (drank)
she wanna share a soul, but no treesh is getting saved (no)
money over love, that’s just for the price of fame (no, no, no, no)
food for thought, still got a lot on my plate (woah)
woulda been better if she never had stayed (on god)
tryna run off but i know i can’t escape
unspoken truths haunt my dreams like a wraith
fell out of place and i ran out of time (woah, woah woah)
covered in undercover, woulda thought i was a spy (yea)
fear of god fitted got me walking with a rind (woo)
i can’t show no love, filled with fear and some pride (woo)
she don’t exist no more, how could i?
pour another cup, i ain’t really tryna cry (pour another, pour another)
swap another wh0re, it ain’t the same i lost my mind
put ’em all together like the bride of frankenstein, woah
[verse 2]
2 more cups, never 2 much
higher than the sun, f*ck around and pass out
tryna run away but i’ll never back down, yea
yea
2 more sl*ts, never 2 much
put it in her gut like she tryna cross the border
stack it all the way up to the ceiling like a h**rder, yea
woke up i can’t tell if i’ve been dreaming, i ain’t been the same since
flying windows up with the tints
speeding through the day it’s a blitz, yea
new era i ain’t talking about a fitted
if i really said it then i did it
knew i should’ve said it but i didn’t
knew i should’ve said it but i didn’t

[outro]
scared to tell her how i feel (i’m a take it to grave, no, no)
scared to tell her how i feel (i’m a take it to grave, no, no)
eyes faded for real (sipping backstage, no, no)
eyes faded for real (sipping backstage, no, no)

- amos 747 lyrics

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