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  • After Hours

    After Hours

    Infinitely Stoned Productions|2

    Chop it up, chop it up Yeah

    Don’t call, don’t call

    Mmm

    You know, you know

    You broke my trust just to save your pride Left my name

    in the smoke outside Big dreams in a small black dress Bad

    luck with a soft caress You don’t want love,

    you want proof Want my pain in a photo booth Flash twice,

    now the moment gone Same song with the feeling wrong I keep

    my phone face down when you near me Act like I’m gone

    but I know you still hear me You got a way with

    the damage, sincerely Smile so clean but the motive feel eerie

    I should leave, but the bass too low

    I should breathe, but the room move slow

    You say stay, then you let me go

    Pretty poison with a velvet tone You got a tinted halo,

    baby, I can’t see the light You only say you miss me

    when the money lookin’ right Cold heart,

    warm skin, pull me back into the night

    I know you ain’t safe,

    but you feel like my type

    Tinted halo, baby, pretty little lie Text me at two,

    disappear by five

    Love me like a secret,

    hate me like a crime

    I know you ain’t mine,

    but I still reply

    Late night, black car,

    no destination Two ghosts in a bad conversation Your perfume got my

    head in rotation Your silence got a loud reputation I don’t chase,

    but I circle back Gold chain,

    but the soul matte black You say truth,

    but your eyes don’t match I let go,

    then I double tap

    All that glitter don’t heal what you hide All that “baby” don’t

    make you my bride

    You got heaven in the way that you move But hell in

    the way you decide I

    hear your voice in the back of the beat

    Little chopped-up memories under the keys

    You said forever with a temporary mouth

    Now every echo got a way to bleed

    You got a tinted halo,

    baby, I can’t see the light You only say you miss me

    when the money lookin’ right Cold heart,

    warm skin, pull me back into the night

    I know you ain’t safe,

    but you feel like my type

    Tinted halo, baby, pretty little lie

    Text me at two,

    disappear by five

    Love me like a secret,

    hate me like a crime

    I know you ain’t mine,

    but I still reply

    Don’t call Still reply

    Too close

    Still reply No hope Still reply Yeah

    Still reply

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