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tropes - louvre lyrics

[intro]
(planet z)
yeah, i wish i knew you, but i don’t even see your profile
all these hours pacing around the room
i got a soul and heart, giving all i had that’s left to you
got it all up and the rest is turning into smoke
i watch it go up

[interlude]
i messed up
let’s start uh
let’s start it one more time
yeah
can you just like chop it?
hm?
there wasn’t enough chop in it?
no, no, not you, i mean like the beginning
oh yeah, i can edit it
can you cho+ can you chop it more?
just like

[verse]
yeah, i’m bouta say
i’m so tired i need to rest up
how do i even get you
the haters got to me, told me to keep my head up
i’m being tested, this sh+t like a capture
in the way i’m going faster, look at the dashr, yeah
i got bars, yeah, i got tablets, but i don’t have her
yeah, i’m too lucky, don’t need scratchers
b+tch i’m a scratcher
i’ll let them know we on and on
this be gas like chevron
and i’m out of blue, no brakes
b+tch, i’m racing chevy chase
it’s a phase that i can’t stop, yeah
need to give my crown like this some hallmark, uh
yeah, i wish i knew you, but i don’t even see your profile
all these hours pacing around the room
i got a soul and heart, giving all i had that’s left to you
got it all up and the rest is turning into smoke
i watch it go up
asking how we got the mood
‘cause they told us, “watch out when you leave out, ‘cause they bite like cobras.”
cold heart, i wish the louvre was in north dakota
yeah, the sh+t they gave me got handicaps like a [?]
shout out [?], yeah
i’m in montreal like soulja
where’s the bar, yeah
i’m gonna give my all, like no f+cks
check my car, yeah
feel like laurie gloria and nora, play the part, yeah
my friend [?], and my friend laura play guitar, yeah
you can’t b+tch me, i’ll be here forever in the park, yeah
you can’t push my b+ttons or my levers, i don’t start, yeah
you won’t be able to see me ’cause i feel better in the dark, yeah
hate when they around my head when they depart, yeah
too much piling up, wish i could stay on top of it
hung out with my happy friend
my sadness rubbing off of him
[outro]
(sorry)
(uh, let’s work on focusing on pr+nunciating now)
(haha)
(alright)

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