Lyrics: imnotvrycreative/raftheartist
Music: imnotvrycreative/raftheartist
Said, "I know everything come in threes"
Heart went cold, then I hope you freeze
And I know everything come in threes
Said, "The heart went cold", then I hope you freeze
And it might be bad, but it's fine by me
Hit after hit, every shot went green, it's light work
Said you're in the dark, I know, don't your lights work?
I don't really think you're who you say, Cole Pfeiffer
I don't wanna know, it's bliss, none the wiser
Buzzer beater, got it down to the wire
Where it needs to be, you know the timing, ain't never worked for me
You could push that down like a damn stampede, but it can't change nothin', still foul, indeed
Temporarily, it's out of reach
Forty-six of 'em, ain't amount to me
Why would I slow down to let them breathe?
Don't wish you well, know you can't be me
Shut that down quick, really been up like a vantage point
Done did the damage, can't think straight hearing all that noise
Made some valid points, man, it's still annoying
Don't tell me you won't, know you will
'Cause I know everything come in threes
Said, "The heart went cold", then I hope you freeze
And it might be bad, but it's fine by me
Hit after hit, every shot went green, it's light work
Said you're in the dark, I know, don't your lights work?
I don't really think you're who you say, Cole Pfeiffer
I don't wanna know, it's bliss, none the wiser
Buzzer beater, got it down to the wire
How many times I gotta say it?
I don't **** with the game that you play, I'm on the way out
Know I'm probably outside of my brain
But my wrist so cold, it's looking like it's a sprain, ouch
And you said that you hate my guts
I got a little feeling I'ma call your bluff out
And you drew that line, for what?
'Cause you stepped over it, now you're fine by sundown
That's enough of the girl talk for now
Fourth quarter, I don't feel pressure, I got a smile
I don't got time for stressing, I got it down
And if it's me and creative, we doing hundred thou'
And that's ninety-nine times, out of hundred times
I done doubled back, couple times, I can't even lie
Know I had your back for a while, now you're out of my hair
And if I go hunting, boy, I'm aiming for the head
And I know everything come in threes
Said, "The heart went cold", then I hope you freeze
And it might be bad, but it's fine by me
Hit after hit, every shot went green, it's light work
Said you're in the dark, I know, don't your lights work?
I don't really think you're who you say, Cole Pfeiffer
I don't wanna know, it's bliss, none the wiser
Buzzer beater, got it down to the wire