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Ivish
Ivish
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Ivish Malik
Ivish Malik
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mark veins
mark veins
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Lyrics

Faded off a pill and im thinking bout my momma
Working late nights, future got a lotta in store
Six figures in the bank, i’m too reckless with the bands
no I can’t be ignored
Looking down the coast up in LA, I was drinking till 4
Pedal to the floor on the Porsche, lately no one telling me no
sick to the stomach and I swear its the dope
Baby feel like the dope
Too young to fall in love too young to die
broken trust doin’ drugs you just denied nah
She don’t give no fuck when she blurring’ through the lines yeah
Addies for her breakfast she on go
Poppin’ xannies feeling cold when the night comes
Know I got issues, I don’t like to admit
Dysfunctional how im feeling all the boxes I ticked
Feeling crazy insane man
Now she Call me the rainman
You was tripping out before
Now you switched up for the prince of the spring
Shawty that’s just a shame fam
Kept it real from the jump
Now im high up in the cloud
Looking down at where they stand, where they stand
On my demon shit God I feel just like satan
God I feel just like satan
God I feel just like satan
On my demon shit God I feel just like satan
God I feel just like yeah
Too young to fall in love too young to die
broken trust doin’ drugs you just denied nah
She don’t give no fuck when she blurring’ through the lines yeah
Addies for her breakfast she on go
Poppin’ xannies feeling cold when the night comes
Spent the night so she wanting’ a photo
Keeping silent too much that I know of
Loud scenes when the night get quiet
Grew up with the poetry born with the fire
Tried to make it last I was meant to cut ties
Abandoning your conscience you steady telling lies
But im a slave to your vice
Im a slave for this life
I’m a slave for the night
Written by: Ivish Malik
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