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“Bleed Difr’nt” is Cindered Heart at their most arrogant, elegant, and unholy. A slow, venom-dripped VampTrap flex carved in blood and neon. This won’t stay up long. We're feasting and fading. You blink, you miss it. Big things coming 
soon .

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Lyrics

Drip blood, not Dior
Bitch I’m dead and I still want more
Ayy... Count it

Neck on froze — that’s blood -- on ice
Feastin’ on a trust fund kid - every night
She said I’m toxic — nah, I’m divine
Pulled up in a hearse, still pass the line

Ten chains swingin’ — no cross, just teeth
Two models slumped in antique seats
Coffin lit blue from the L.E.D.'s
Bank drip older than heresy
Off-white cape, blacked-out wraith
I'll eat your dean, then buy the place
I got priests on payroll, feds in debt
Even sunlight sendin’ me checks — bet

I bleed different
I feed different
Bank don’t close
I sleep different

I got cops on call
I got lords on leash
I drink from priests
And floss with greed

I bleed different
Diamonds don’t glisten
That’s just bone
From a politician
What...

Bitch, I’m up — like rent in Hell’s zip code
Penthouse crypt, glass floor, new zip mode
Laughin’ in fangs — ghosted in red velour
Snatched a soul — that asked for more

Club full of dead boys — still got clout
Posted a kill — now I’m shadowbanned out
Mayor hit my line, said “Keep it discreet”
So I drained his wife, left a note with the receipt

Mirror don’t work, but the ‘Gram go stupid
Undead drip — and the wrists stay lucid
Blood bank deal, two mil fluid
Fangprint NFT? I stay cold, kill ruthless

Champagne in a chalice — nah, that’s spinal fluid
Broke the Pope’s back in a Fendi Buick
All this sin? Ain’t got no cost
I live in Balenciaga, you live in loss
Pray all you want, I bought your god
Ubi est deus?
Gone. I fraud

Livin... concrete jungles, villain in your temples
Run it!

I bleed different
I feed different
They cry for help
I read scriptures

Brand new tomb with a touchscreen lid
Killed a king, now I live where he did

Flex on light
Flex on death
Still got breath
With none left

I bleed different
Call me vain
But I floss my teeth
On ur bitches lingerie

YESSIR... she like dat! 

Sephora, Louboutin floors
Lalique pour — undead I ride with a demon Chauffeur
Mirrors lie, but the cameras adore
Blood in my glass, I sip with emeralds in my Tudor

Yeah, get it... ugh.

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