Witchblades - Yung Tide, yung van

Yeah this boy faded

Fuck a wrist watch

Iced up

Gucci on my flip flops

Red and green gassed like I’m saint Nick

And she loves the snow

And she loves the snow

Yeah I’m really faded

Fuck a wrist watch

Bitches givin' head like it’s hopscotch

Don’t you play no games

Don’t you play no games

Walking on ice

Yeah I’m that hot

(Yung Tide)

Walking on a thin line

Between reality, and dying tonight

I want you to be mine

Kiss me underneath the bare moonlight

Now you wanna be my friend again

I don’t wanna be your friend again

Now you wanna play those games

And I’m tired of this shit

I wanna fade away again

Now you wanna be my friend again

I don’t wanna be your friend again

Now you wanna play those games

And I’m tired of this shit

I wanna fade away again

(Yung Van)

Yeah this boy faded

Fuck a wrist watch

Elevate your mind In the drop top

No ceilings

Fuck your feelings

Bitch I’m off top

Wild on that knee

Pussy don’t stop

She ride it (ridin', ridin')

In my flip flops

She about it (bout it, bout it)

When she drop top

Mix it with that henny

Honey, chop chop

And she loves the snow

And she loves the snow