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deja vu (feat. young rich john & roseblud) - damien bleus lyrics

[chorus]
wasting timelines, chasing highlights
history repeating its lore
leaving the limelight for a taste of the true fame
asking myself where have i heard this before
deja vu on the plane, i lose track again
take off from mars, but i’m landing in spain
can’t shake the feeling i’ve died before
for some fool i used to ignore

[verse]
clock’s ticking, my shorthand on lightspeed
interludes be pick n’ roll, bad timing
clerical errors in tow, st*stuttering flows
itching for gripping the mic, rash for stereos
can’t stop missing these old flames
my blood boiling blue when the sky’s gray
she tell me what i’m missing be in the past
go 88, try the fast lane like i’m finessing sportsman almanacs
tripping over feelies like n*ggas tryna do wheelies
on heelies with no achilles for girlies tryna be needy
excuse the similes off, but it’s time to be realer
is it the 8th, 9th, 10th, 12th or 1st of november
d*mn, deja vu
or am i just reliving past games of love you too
chumps to the shame, drink to them homies that’re lonely
the memory footage rolling more of the same, last of the sane
[chorus]
wasting timelines, chasing highlights
history repeating its lore
leaving the limelight for a taste of the true fame
asking myself where have i heard this before
deja vu on the plane, i lose track again
take off from mars, but i’m landing in spain
can’t shake the feeling i’ve died before
for some fool i used to ignore

[verse]
new woman but same problems
the love of your life saying the next thing you don’t even mean
but tonight it feels perfect, empty soon as she leaves
head down on the wheel, thinking bout if i’ll be
enough for someone, not enough for her
only with her when i’m insecure
scared of lonely, f*ck i think i’m cursed
break my heart and kick me to the curb
made me feel love is real for a while
drink to k!ll all the thoughts, i’m alone
complicated is always my style
f*ck me up, get me high when i’m low

[verse]
stuck on a plane, stuck in my brain
i’ve been stumbling through city streets, double stepping the pane
i got half a dozen women in my contacts (call back)
would drop like every one of them if you told me to come back
so dial me, i didn’t get the message that you hate me
i’m sleeping with the girl who’s name i can’t remember
to try and forget yours, and madrid will be the death of me
coupled with you, of course

- damien bleus lyrics

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