.[Verse 1]
Hot as hell, we've landed in the streets
Tongue-tied, I watch you slip away
I like the scent when you blow your smoke my way
But it's all ending on this Tuesday in L.A.
[Pre-Chorus]
Searching for the words, tryin' to make everything okay
Nothing but.
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