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b (wxm) - itch (radio edit) lyrics

[pre+hook: b]
ugh, i’m free, but they ain’t, what they mean
is their saints are a dream, a fugazi down the stream
ugh, i’m me, but they ain’t, what they mean
is they’re tainted to a means, they paint a fake over screen
ugh i can see, but they can’t, what they mean
is they’re tempted to believe, they’re essentially the beast!
ugh, i could eat, but they couldn’t if he speaks
shocked in amazement, breaking bread, piece by piece!

[hook: b]
did that itch get scratched when i have
a little bit of lip, that i bite when i’m mad
and we just want a disc of the rhythm that we cast
so we hidden in hippin’ till we hop out with a pass
did that itch get scratched when i have
a little bit of lip, that i bite when i’m mad
and we don’t wanna whip with that bigger badder bat!
god is justice, with no bruce wayne under that!

[verse: b]
no way, no no way, no, no way, no no
don’t say, you’re okay, when today, you’re closed
no way, no no way, no, no way, no no
won’t you stay if i say a little less on the phone?
there was a time her legs were shaking till she kicked me free
i feel ashamed that i held on, it aches too much to breathe
but probably, i’d be the one to shake now, if she sat, next, to me…
i’ve dated a bit, but mainly to escape
yes, i’ve since been on a few useless dates
realised, there was never no saving us if all my days with her
we’re my favourite, she’s a light above
i’m a tireless runt, she’s the sight to see
i’m the orbiting debris, uhu!
now i could say other stuff, but…
[hook: b]
did that itch get scratched when i have
a little bit of lip, that i bite when i’m mad
and we just want a disc of the rhythm that we cast
so we hidden in hippin’ till we hop out with a pass
did that itch get scratched when i have
a little bit of lip, that i bite when i’m mad
and we don’t wanna whip with that bigger badder bat!
god is justice, with no bruce wayne under that!

{verse: hdwrafe]
ugh, wrafe
push my b+ttons, now activate
up in double cup, i exaggerate
my look is for leaves and i shoo that sat+rday
b was packing the grass, and i rolled a blunt
and wrafe passed to him!
high in clouds, just a passenger
us the top, c+ckpit, go lateral
raise the bar, cut the attitude
additives in your can of stew
florida +scratch+ know how i do!

- b wxm lyrics

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