I Don't Wantcha (Aile x Misung)

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I'm smoking through this pack of Marlboros
Puffin in and out of my window
Gotta feel something to perform this show
Givin it my all so I don't know

Give up on you
Your time is way overdue
Are you my dude?
You better tell me the truth
Imma cut up your face
Turn red regardless of race
Question your fate
No doubt you're dying today

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That's the angels calling from the trumpets to you
If you think I loved you my bad I used you
Givin bitches the same line it's bad but useful

I don't wantcha
No I don't watcha
I don't wantcha
No I don't wantcha
I don't wantcha
No I don't watcha
I don't wantcha
No I don't wantcha

You love the drugs that drive you insane
You're running through my fucking brain
Off the drugs like
Lucid thoughts that run through my brain