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Post Malone
Post Malone
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River Tiber
River Tiber
Begleitgesang
FKi1st
FKi1st
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Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Trocon Roberts
Trocon Roberts
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Adam Feeney
Adam Feeney
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Austin Post
Austin Post
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Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
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Louis Bell
Louis Bell
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Alex Pavone
Alex Pavone
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Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
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Chris Galland
Chris Galland
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Jeff Jackson
Jeff Jackson
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Nick Mcmullen
Nick Mcmullen
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FKi1st
FKi1st
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Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
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Robin Florent
Robin Florent
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Scott Desmarais
Scott Desmarais
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Good job, First Yeah, my wrist so cold and my ice on froze And it's all for you Yeah, my ice so cold and my wrist on froze Yeah it's all for you Yeah, my wrist so cold and my ice on froze Yeah, I'd die for you Yeah, my ice so cold and my wrist on froze Yeah, I'd die for you Yeah, stuntin', it's satisfyin' but it don't bring you closure Diamonds my state of mind, I'm drownin' in the ocean Just stay right where you are and don't come any closer I'm just gon' handle mine and just maintain composure People, they say learn from mistakes, yeah You keep your space, yeah, but all this pain, yeah You say you go away, yeah, still hit my line though You hurt so bad when you went away, yeah I needed you, needed you So what the fuck do I do? I needed you, needed you So what the fuck do I do? Oh my God, oh my God A lot of bullshit on my mind Oh my God, oh my God I think about you all the time Oh my God, oh my God And I don't care 'bout no money Leave a knot up in my throat Now I'm counting on my own Yeah, my wrist so cold and my ice on froze And it's all for you Yeah, my ice so cold and my wrist so froze Yeah it's all for you Yeah, my wrist so cold and my ice on froze Yeah, I'd die for you Yeah, my ice so cold and my wrist on froze Yeah, I'd die for you My jewelry on, know you can ice cube And all I wanna do is just ignite you This Saint Laurent, mama, you look nice too Can't hold my tongue, don't gather hearts too Remember when I fell in love? I just came up alone Remember aim three, my fault Told that bad bitch get on my Vlone Hey, don't have much to do, yeah Everything is ruined Ain't no secret to it Thrown the check like a Nike, I just do it Oh my God, oh my God A lot of bullshit on my mind Oh my God, oh my God I think about you all the time Oh my God, oh my God And I don't care 'bout no money Leave a knot up in my throat Now I'm counting on my own Yeah, my wrist so cold and my ice on froze And it's all for you Yeah, my ice so cold and my wrist so froze Yeah it's all for you Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah I ain't runnin', runnin' Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Adam King Feeney, Markous Roberts, Austin Richard Post Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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