lyrics:

The table's stacked with shades
I'm tryna haggle up and sell my double number spades
But this guy knows his shit, yeah
He knows how to fucking play
The chips are in the pot
One of us has gotta pay

In deep, and I can't fold
Why do they treat you so cold?
They're spitting lies that might be true
I bet that I can't fold on you

I don't mind when I'm losing with you
Cause you act like a kid that I once knew
I'm a googly eye and you're the glue
We stick together but I'm still prettier than you
I guess I get why you're so well hated
But I'm chilling like a gradient, faded
On the same spectrum, halfway braindead
Only mean love towards you when I say this

In deep, and I can't fold
Why do they treat you so cold?
They're spitting lies that might be true
I bet that I can't fold on you

The stakes are in the sky
I'm looking up and thinking that I might have to learn to fly
Cause when I'm falling I don't even wanna start to try
And no one gets it but I know you feel it all the time
And that's why I blame it on the bad luck
And the bad foundation to your construct
Maybe I'm wrong to give you any trust and
Maybe I'm just fucking my life up

cant fold on you

You wouldn't talk to me like that if you really knew me. And I'm not here to drink your dog piss!

nothing is real

rip watermark

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cant fold on you

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