Moth
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Moth
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You deal them cards like a violin
I'm stringing Viola on a Davis ting
Getting sentimental on a broken wing
I'm just getting settled in the den
Making my amends
With the devil in the ends
Uzumaki spiral, Ice bezel friend
Uzumaki viral, I was traveling
Then I crescendo, then I crescendo
Bigger in the end
I swear that I'm the man in the tower
I got a lawn chair
To watch the bloom of the hours
You got a Moncler
I wear the stink of the flowers
While all these Big Ben butterflies spring to devour
I swear that I'm the man in the tower
I got a lawn chair
To watch the bloom of the hours
You got a Moncler
You wear the stink of the flowers
I got them Big Ben butterflies
Spring to the hours
Converse, kick me in your mug
Pink piranha bite on the blisters of your tongue
Tint my windows black, park it out front
Barking 'cause the drugs and the genie in my lungs
Swish that snug
Swish swish, that's love
Give me kisses slurpy like a leopard or a slug
Whispers from a scanty bat
Batty bug tug
Batty bug rug
Had her cradled in a hug
Tap tap bands
No romance from the man dem lance
Ring ring ring no chance
Win win win dem pants
No advance dem gyal dey glance
Want my loot dem neeks they prance
Want dem boots too chic they chance
Wash your hands
Lady Leshurr make dem dance
Lance a lot of naught
Cheeks of beaten rocks
Vans no boot on marks (Yeah)
Cheeky way too smart
Peaks of sweets and silver parts (Yeah)
Snakes that travel dark
Don't you run, don't you dart
Don't you spar, don't you run
Don't you travel and embark
I swear that I'm the man in the tower
I got a lawn chair
To watch the bloom of the hours
You got a Moncler
I wear the stink of the flowers
You got them Big Ben butterflies
Spring to devour
I swear that I'm the man of the hour
I got a lawn chair
To watch the bloom of the flowers
You got a Moncler
I wear the stink and the power
You watch dem big batty gyals
Spring up to them vowels
You deal them cards like a violin
I'm stringing Viola on a Davis ting
Getting sentimental on a broken wing
I'm just getting settled in the den
Making my amends
With the devil in the ends
Uzumaki spiral, Ice bezel friend
Uzumaki viral, I was traveling
Then I crescendo then I crescendo
Bigger in the end
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Dua Saleh performs "Moth", and this lyric page sits inside the Dua Saleh catalog on LyroVerse.
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