Knife

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Based on a dream where I looked at Oliver and he pulled out a knife on me because I looked at Rhona.
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(And I just hate it)
Yeah, I barely remember you
But every time that I do
He's always there, deathly stare
They want me to look away from their friend
But I can't pretend I don't feel
Pain to an unreal level
.5 caliber, colour: gun metal

And it's just him and me
Staring at each other in this scene
Like, what do you mean?
I ain't as bad as I seem!
I be thinking everything's aight
Till I stare into those eyes
When they fade out all the lights
Then the guy pulls out the knife!

And I'm like "Oh shit!"
Bro's gonna do it dirty
Gonna do it quick
Degut me like a fish
Let 'em watch, make me drip
Shh, don't let it slip
You should quit, wanna run
But the boy's gotta-

Oh! (.5 caliber)
Yo! (Gun metal, g- g- gun metal)
Woah! (Rat-tat-tat)
Tell yo boy to stop it (Drop it!)
Yeah!
(All he does it talk shit)
S- s- switch blade bitch

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