Black tales, black this
Black queers, black dears
For a robbery
Dead beat, dead heat
Dead creep, dead beat
The guys you like to meet
Your style is always an erosion
Your style is always in ruin
Your face is always in the mirror, yeah
Want your word, but you've got to need it
But you got, but you can't believe it
Got the wheels, yet you can't retrieve it
Blow a candle but I feel it
Want your word but you've got to need it
But you got but you can't believe it
Got the wheels, yet you can't retrieve it
Blow a candle but I feel it
Detonate, detonate
Back chat, back in
Back out, back down, back down to the ground
Too slow, to grow
It's fate to hate, you have got to
Detonate, detonate
Detonate, detonate
Your style is always an erosion
Your style is always in ruin
Your face is always in the mirror, yeah
Want your word, but you've got to need it
But you got, but you can't believe it
Got the wheels, yet you can't retrieve it
Blow a candle but I feel it
Want your word but you've got to need it
But you got but you can't believe it
Got the wheels, yet you can't retrieve it
Blow a candle but I feel it
Too slow, to grow
It's fate to hate, you have got to
Detonate, detonate
Detonate, detonate
Want your word but you've got to need it
But you got but you can't believe it
Got the wheels, yet you can't retrieve it
Blow a candle but I feel it
Want your word but you've got to need it
But you got but you can't believe it
Got the wheels, yet you can't retrieve it
Blow a candle but I feel it
Detonate, detonate
Detonate, detonate
Detonate, detonate
Detonate
Writer(s): Richard Norton, Roderick Mcleod, Sean Pentecost, Fetah Sabawi
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