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Minefield Lyrics - Artist : Nic D
One hundred, Graham
I feel I ain't even gotta pop pills, if I go then I die real Talking to ya's like walking through a damn minefield High heels, hear 'em come from a mile still, tell me you feel how I feel Talking to ya's like walking through a damn, walking through a damn I feel I ain't even gotta pop pills, if I go then I die real Talking to ya's like walking through a damn minefield High heels, hear 'em come from a mile still, tell me you feel how I feel Talking to ya's like walking through a damn, walking through a damn minefield Keep going, tiptoeing She was gone with the breeze, let the wind blow in It's cold here, hot-headed and frozen Part ways like I'm Moses, pink roses Everything go up, every door opens Everything come down, everything closes Got it aimed at me, is that thing loaded? I don't say nothing else, you don't need motive Yeah used to hold hands, now we been folding Mmh, try to play us like I didn't notice Hey, gonna light 'em all like explosives, I told you Baby, what color is your parachute? You wanna love me, you embarrassed, too I feel I ain't even gotta pop pills, if I go then I die real Talking to ya's like walking through a damn minefield High heels, hear 'em come from a mile still, tell me you feel how I feel Talking to ya's like walking through a damn, walking through a damn I feel I ain't even gotta pop pills, if I go then I die real Talking to ya's like walking through a damn minefield High heels, hear 'em come from a mile still, tell me you feel how I feel Talking to ya's like walking through a damn, walking through a damn minefield Talking 'bout a kiss when your lips got a little gloss Don't gotta talk, 'cause the vibe that you giving off Withdrawals from the talks, we had different thoughts Stain from the pain of the thing, had to get it off I been overthinking 'bout it Do you really love me? Doubt it Guess there ain't no way around it Captured by grace, all the while you Try to keep a straight face, looking at me sideways Hand on your bible, other on your rifle Got 'em both beside you, but that's for survival I feel I ain't even gotta pop pills, if I go then I die real Talking to ya's like walking through a damn minefield High heels, hear 'em come from a mile still, tell me you feel how I feel Talking to ya's like walking through a damn, walking through a damn minefield |
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