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Kamal. - free flow lyrics

Artist: Kamal.

album: so here you are, drowning


Champagne on free flow, really don't get no sleep though
I've been outside all week, nobody on my mind but you
I like details, like the perfume with the weed smells
Even in the way you speak feels heavy on the déjà vu
I be so drunk, can't put me on a story, three nights on stage
You would see me in a grave 'fore you tell me you're sorry
So you fly out states and you wanna ignore me
These days she stays on the camera like Ciesay, so she don't call me
Champagne on free flow, really don't get no sleep though
I've been outside all week, nobody on my mind but you
I like details, like the perfume with the weed smells
Even in the way you speak feels heavy on the déjà vu
I been up late night for the endorphins, don't make no sense
Leave me in the past tense and I feel like I'm falling
Used to be the cashmere sheets with the blinds down
Now we don't get no sleep on the road
And we all roll deep on a weekend
I spend the rest of the week on my own
Champagne running free flow, really don't get no sleep though
I been outside all week nobody on my mind but you
I like details, like the perfume with the weed smells
Even in the way you speak feels heavy on the déjà vu
Bright lights always got a dark side
I think it's the last time I fall in love
And I'm a fall guy, always got my hands tied
Running up a landslide, watching you go
Champagne running free flow, really don't get no sleep though
I been outside all week nobody on my mind but you
I like details, like the perfume with the weed smells
Even in the way you speak feels heavy on the déjà vu
(I be so drunk, can't put me on a story, three nights on stage
You would see me in a grave 'fore you tell me you're sorry
So you fly out states and you wanna ignore me
These days she stays on the camera like Ciesay, so she don't call me)
So she don't call me, I was on York Street
I was in downtown missing my morphine
Running on empty, feeling all fucked up
Baby don't tempt me, you know I'm love struck
Used to be cashmere sheets with the blinds down
Now we don't get no sleep on the road
And we all roll deep on a weekend
But I spend the rest of the week on my own

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