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Mace Syre - Shadowed Glass lyrics

Artist: Mace Syre

album: Shadowed Glass


Bring that whore to me
Make her fit for a king
Bring that whore to me
Make her fit for a king
My will is the separation of my madness
So my clarity will die
Won't stop, everybody around me turned me to a mess
I see you're loving it
Trynna hold it back but you're feeling it
Open for the high, girl you're feeling it
Can't believe I had to deal with this
Ease in it
It's not the time
I feel like falling out
Like I will lose you
Just know I want it
She's been stopping all the praise like her times out
Make you blindly feel her grace, you won't find out
Lost myself for her and she's not herself
Bring that whore to me
Make her fit for a king
Bring that whore to me
Make her fit for a king
The life they lead has been outlived
I ask my God for more He gives
You brought this storm into your sky
I tried to help you get inside
Bitch I lost my heart in the vagabonds
Told her who I am, she keep bragging on
Put on my gloves for the shadow box
Taught you everything but there's a caviat
Cacti, no iced tea
Drink it with my Kylie
She hate the pig pen
Cause it make her muddy
I watched my friends die and change, why they ain't me
You thought you were smart, couldn't figure out me
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
How you gonna go betray me when we on the same team
Buying out the stores spilling lean on my jean
I be seeing girls like her in my dream
Bring that whore to me
Make her fit
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Na, na, na
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Oh Eh, Eh
Make that money I'll be on you till I'm on the rise
Run to the north, you're a star baby, you're for the skies
Make you believe the words, I'll hold you till you're hypnotized
What can I say, I'm just a sucker for some pretty eyes
But until I ask for everything I need from you
You have to show me you're the type of one to follow through
Oh baby follow through
This ain't a game for two
You best believe it, had to make sure you ain't had a clue
Baby, had it, oh I had it fall
Want you naked, oh I want it all
One more drug, what else could happen now
When push comes to shove, you always held it down
Got no time to fuck around
Make you weak, make a scene, watch you stick around
My anesthesia on a high
Synesthesia on your life
I ain't got nowhere to run, no more places left to hide
They say, they say, they say (they say)
They say, they say, they say (they say)
They say, they say, they say (they say)
They say, they say, they say
No

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