Mr.Brightside lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, yuh, swear my heart so- (Surf Gang, b*tch)

[Chorus]
Ayy, yuh, b*tch I feel alone, ayy
I'm on my G-lone, ayy
Swear my heart so cold, ayy
It's not made of chrome
On my hip yeah I got chrome
That's just some sh*t that's hitting home
Thank God we made it out the mud, yeah
Made it out the trenches
We ain't got no love that's why we f*cking on all these b*tches
Put my life into this sh*t, yeah, reason I'm committed
Okay b*tch let's get it

[Verse]
He got hit with a hundred shots, ayy
He don't know what hit him I might just spin his block
Found out he wasn't with it
He claim he slime but why he snitching, ayy
Now he on my sh*t list, yuh
Light him up like christmas
These bullets hot and fresh like biscuits
.These diamonds dancing [?]They just hold racks in them[?]
You know you ain't about that Street sh*t, why the f*ck you in it?
So now we creeping down your block and sh*t, all the windows tinted
We up the windows we got mopsticks, why your ass went missing
[Chorus]
Yuh, b*tch I feel alone, ayy
I'm on my G-lone, ayy
And my heart so cold, ayy
It's not made of chrome
On my hip yeah I got chrome
That's some sh*t that's hitting home
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