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july frvr - synthetic winter lyrics

[intro]
f+ck that little b+tch
woah
yeah
yeah
yeah
they say go k!ll me k!ll me now
i don’t really give a f+ck about myself
do you?

[chorus]
too much smoke in the summer i had a synthetic winter
got that powder in my nose i ain’t feelin’ like a winner
b+tch my circle got smaller and my bands got bigger
but that happy ass kid ran away from the pictures
swear to god up in this city there ain’t sh+t to do
so i’m coughing up my lungs f+cking thinking of you
and i’m with some other b+tch f+cking drinking for two
and some p+ssy trying to k!ll me like how f+cking rude

[verse]
lil’ b+tch
i gave my all when i had f+cking nothing
i almost threw it all away for you that’s saying something
tell you i’ma k!ll myself you don’t say sh+t that’s not what love is
i’m swerving all through the linеs like i’ma crash but f+ck it
i almost flipped my car that night know you remеmber that
i’m sick of thinking bout’ the memories what we could’ve been
they say sh+t happens for a reason man then f+ck it then
i guess our love is just a should’ve been or could’ve been
and yeah i’m high girl
and i ain’t proud of it
but i ain’t felt sh+t in a minute
and i’m proud of it
i got that blow stuck in my nose and it keeps running out
i swear i never been so high and i ain’t coming down
i’m drinking til’ my kidneys hurting no one’s saving me
i remember all the sh+t you always had to say to me
i can’t believe i fell for you so hard i’m on my knees
i can’t believe i had the thoughts of f+cking wedding rings
i lost it all i was on my knees
but i met this girl and she praying for me
when i tried to save her she said let me bleed
i made this for you darling
i was crawling i stood up
now i’m working while you yawning
falling out and out of love
[chorus]
too much smoke in the summer i had a synthetic winter
got that powder in my nose i ain’t feelin’ like a winner
b+tch my circle got smaller and my bands got bigger
but that happy ass kid ran away from the pictures
swear to god up in this city there ain’t sh+t to do
so i’m coughing up my lungs f+cking thinking of you
and i’m with some other b+tch f+cking drinking for two
and some p+ssy trying to k!ll me like how f+cking rude

- july frvr lyrics

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