Never let me go, never let me go) (Never let me go, never let me go And the arms of the ocean are carrying me And the questions I have for a sinner like me But the arms of the ocean deliver me But I'm not giving up I'm just giving in Looking up from

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati I know that you like it Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy I love it, Versace the top of my Audi My plug, he John

Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you Thinking of you What you would do if You were the one Who was spending the night Oh I wish that I Was looking into your eyes Looking into your eyes

I am breaking through these walls Oh between you and me I'm not giving up I'm not giving giving up So brick by brick On this love The weight of my words Are like feathers from a bird My mouth, it moves but you won't hear a thing

Clap Your Hands Everybody I'm Singing This Love Is Unbreakable We're Living Our Dreams No Thing, No Money, No Sin, No Temptation,Talking 'Bout Nothing But Y'all Know We'll Be Back Next Week Like The People On TV Through The Technical Difficulties

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out You left me in the dark No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight In the shadow of your heart A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and

I'm just a brown boy with a bag I got hitters poppin' shit, I'm just poppin' all these tags Come get your issue, we got mags The only time when I'm not fuckin' on your bitch, she on the rag Told my plug I need a pound You know I'm good for it I book a

End of discussion I went from nothing to something I want them real deal hunnids Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani Pussy tsunami Ain't talkin' no money, it's nothing Big bag, truckload (huh) I'm in her throat (throat) Plug call, I finesse for the

The bleeding The screaming, was tearing me apart I'm better off without you and you're better off without me The beatings I remember when all the games began

Sniper Gang, John Wicks Homie, you can't hang with my klik You can't spark my flame 'cause I'm lit I might snatch ya chain and ya bitch Plugoz on the beat and I'm killin' it Damn who make this beat, cuz I'm stealin' it Thinking when I ain't had shit They