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sal houdini - blooming lyrics

(verse 1)
something’s just don’t need to be explained
like how this love is stronger than cocaine
sometimes i need less words and more face
sometimes we seem to get out of place
but sometimes you just get too out of hand
watch out how you’re talkin’ to the man
you say things just to watch me react
you’re why i became insomniac
flower bloomin’ like a blossom
runnin’ back is not an option
two red cups got me twisted
what’s inside of this concoction?
sick love got me nauseas
it’s not me, it’s you
baby girl you’re so toxic
yeah, i’m not really perfect
i got skeletons in the closet
blood is flowin’ through the faucet
sh+t is gettin’ exhaustin’
runnin’, runnin’ like a quarterback
should’ve listened to my conscience
next time i fall in love
got to make sure that i’m cautious

(hook)
aye
i hate the way you played it, played it, played it
i’m tired of the waitin’, waitin’, waitin’
catch me doin’ 90 inside the mercedes
we both know you only hit me up ’cause i made it
say that you been drinkin’ ’cause of me lately
said i’m on your mind you’ve been thinkin’ ’bout me lately
said that you’ve been drivin’ and swingin’ by me lately
(chorus)
smokin’, f+ckin’, drinkin’ whiskey
drivin’ while i’m a little tipsy
text me, tell me that you miss me
you stopped sendin’ texts that are risky
do you miss me?
tell me lies so good that you trick me
text me, tell me that you miss me
text me, tell me that you miss me

(pilot)
ladies and gentlemen
goodafternoon
this is your captain speaking
just about ready to depart
we should be way on schedule in the next couple of minutes or so
please make yourselves comfortable
i do hope you enjoy the flight

(verse 2)
sittin’ ’round with some pretty b+tches and my mans told me to save one
home girls that i know tellin’ me to choose one and then date one
all their personalities assed out, all these b+tches got is good makeup
and they only stick around for good s+x ’cause they know the stroke game is a1
no my lifestyle ain’t like other rappers baby girl, i ain’t got day ones
they never liked me from the get go and they still hate from a distance
everyone around me eventually gives me reasons why their fake ones
i can’t pick one if you ask who’s real baby girl, i can’t even name one
no, no
yeah
you just want to chill if we’re smokin’ and we’re drinkin’
i got way too used to f+ckin’ b+tches when we linkin’
i got way too used to losin’ service in the lincoln
while i’m whippin’ to your cribo i’m already in the lincoln
got to take the tunnel from the city back to brooklyn
late night drives on junction, or by bedford, or by bushwick
late night at kings plaza with my closest that i could pick
(hook)
aye
i hate the way you played it, played it, played it
i’m tired of the waitin’, waitin’, waitin’
catch me doin’ 90 inside the mercedes
we both know you only hit me up ’cause i made it
say that you been drinkin’ ’cause of me lately
said i’m on your mind you’ve been thinkin’ ’bout me lately
said that you’ve been drivin’ and swingin’ by me lately

(chorus)
smokin’, f+ckin’, drinkin’ whiskey
drivin’ while i’m a little tipsy
text me, tell me that you miss me
you stopped sendin’ texts that are risky
do you miss me?
tell me lies so good that you trick me
text me, tell me that you miss me
text me, tell me that you

(outro)
i hate the way you played it, played it, played it
i’m tired of the waitin’, waitin’, waitin’
catch me doin’ 90 inside the mercedes
we both know you only hit me up ’cause i made it

- sal houdini lyrics

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