Ari Apollo - AirDrop Alibi

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[intro] Oh no [verse 1] Blue screen, black room I know exactly how this ends I'm the 2am you up with no respect for your sleep The red flag and expensive denim Smelling like smoke and bad decisions Sweet mouth sharp habits i flirt with designs the light can't page rent I leave my hoodie take your piece say trust me While i'm half way gone I like to chase hate to land it I turn tenderness into collateral You want a reason Look at my pattern Good in the dark Bad when it matters, i'm toxic (uh) [chorus] Pretty little biohazard Dipstick on the glass, burn mark on your mattress I pull you close then i panic (uh) Call it passion when it's really just damage I'm toxic, sugar-laced with arsenic I mean forgive me, sound romantic if you stay You're gonna learn this shit I ruin good things right when they feel perfect [verse 2] I keep old lovers like tabs in the browser never fully closed Just hiding in the background i weaponize silence And i miss you like a hand grenade I'll post one sad line watch you spiral The act surprised when you caught me crying I say i'm healing while i bleed on everybody's couch If you ask what i want I want heat not history Your mercy not accountability Yeah it sounds fucked that's because it is I turn green like tambor then blame the road for how i dress You want the truth, here, take it raw I know i hurt you, i still want some (i want some) [chorus] Pretty little biohazard Dipstick on the glass, burn mark on your mattress I pull you close then i panic (uh) Call it passion when it's really just damage I'm toxic, sugar-laced with arsenic I mean forgive me, sound romantic if you stay You're gonna learn this shit I ruin good things right when they feel perfect [bridge] Don't make me holy, i never said i was I come with smoke in my lungs Aesthetic, when love is a bitch You can hate me, clean, okay, me dirty, either way, i leave a stain [chorus] Pretty little biohazard Let's take on the dance, burn mark on your mattress I pull you close then i panic Call it passion, it's really just damage Touches are sweet enough to sip So cold enough to watch your heart break If you love me, don't pay for it I break good things and i don't give them back [outro] I don't touch it
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