Melt My Heart To Stone (Dj Voodoo Extend)
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Right under my feet there's air made of bricks

Pulls me down turns me weak for you

I find myself repeating like a broken tune

And I'm forever excusing your intentions

And I give in to my pretendings

Which forgive you each time

Without me knowing

They melt my heart to stone

And I hear your words that I made up

You say my name like there could be an us

I best tidy up my head I'm the only one in love

I'm the only one in love

Uhh, and don't be tryna come around my girl

Acting like Mr. Friendly

And steal the spotlight like Mr. Bentley

I spotted her like Spud McKenzie

And for them fake boobies I paid them Benjies, get your own

I got Paris, he got Nicky, he tried to get em a clone

He said, "Ye you know you got extra hoes

And everything you do is extra cold"

From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece

I got family in high places like Jesus' niece

Can I please, say my peace?

If y'all fresh to death, then I'm deceased

And this one here is a heatrocks, spit like a beat box

The way the beat rocks, new version of Pete Rock

But for that Benz, I get CL love

So I switch my girls around like 3L-dub

Why do you steal my hand

Whenever I'm standing my own ground

You build me up, then leave me there

I hear you

Right under my feet there's air made of bricks

Pulls me down turns me weak for you

I find myself repeating like a broken tune

And I'm forever excusing your intentions

And I give in to my pretendings

Which forgive you each time

Without me knowing

They melt my heart to stone

And I hear your words that I made up

You say my name like there could be an us

I best tidy up my head I'm the only one in love

I'm the only one in love

Uhh, and don't be tryna come around my girl

Acting like Mr. Friendly

And steal the spotlight like Mr. Bentley

I spotted her like Spud McKenzie

And for them fake boobies I paid them Benjies, get your own

I got Paris, he got Nicky, he tried to get em a clone

He said, "Ye you know you got extra hoes

And everything you do is extra cold"

From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece

I got family in high places like Jesus' niece

Can I please, say my peace?

If y'all fresh to death, then I'm deceased

And this one here is a heatrocks, spit like a beat box

The way the beat rocks, new version of Pete Rock

But for that Benz, I get CL love

So I switch my girls around like 3L-dub

Why do you steal my hand

Whenever I'm standing my own ground

You build me up, then leave me there

I hear you

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