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jordan bratton - extra cool dudes ft. yung كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
blood on my soul, too
blood on my soul, too

[verse 1]
my love was your love
aside from what you knew about me
my heart simply a card to play, yeah

[chorus]
i sound kind of faded but i love you
a n-gg-, getting faded cause he loves you
don’t understand why i miss you
it must be the liquor and them drugs too
can’t comprehend why i love you
a n-gg-, getting faded cause he loves you
girl you got my heart and you don’t care
now i got blood on my soul too
blood on my soul, too
blood on my soul, too

[verse 2]
my love mixed with your love
aside from the fact we’re just common
my love mixed with your love
something to be said about
the way that we come together

[chorus]

[verse 3]
i think i’m losing control
girl you already know
i’ve had a little too much
too much, too much,,
i think i’m losing control
girl you already know
i’ve had a little too much
too much, too much

a girl like you can make me run to myself
overwhelming pain just to get to my head
and here i am back hooked upon my escape
girl these complicated measures
make me feel numb again

[chorus]
i sound kind of faded but i love you
a n-gg-, getting faded cause he loves you
don’t understand why i miss you
it must be the l

(hook: sketch and yung bool)
(sketch)
sketch and bool two deep, we openly doubt y’all
some extra cool dudes, we still dope with the sound off
(yung bool)
haven’t had a brew in two weeks, still woke up without drawers
you lose me if you hope for my downfall
(x2)

(yung bool)
who’s that n-gg-? i’m glad you asked, n-gg-
it’s that half n-gg- please refer to me as bradford lane
quick to skip cl-ss witcha just to hit fast swishers
and laugh with ya
deceitful smile used to mask the pain
now p-ss the jane
smoking an l with my goons
right when the bell rang at noon
? in cl-ss to p-ss math quizzes
(what?)
and so we fell in my coup and to tell you the truth
i kinda do miss that livin’
the fast livin’, we sneakin’ in cl-ss skippings
set the fast limit, weed weekends and bad b-tches
a broke artist smoking, cop ‘bout a g a day
job’s not an option for me
but shout out my woes who did it
yeah i’ll never knock a degree
the ? life was just not meant for me
patiently waitin’, i plot and i scheme for a yacht full of tings
you are op if you’re not with the team

(hook)

(sketch)
after i sniff, sketch’s nose burns
you give me c-ke and i’ll snort it
that’s how i wrote and recorded this whole verse in six seconds
and that’s including a quick edit
i take a shot of crown then i spit reckless
you’re not allowed in my clique’s presence if you jock the sound
to bite the style’s a grim death wish
the hottest ‘round for quite a while, i’ve been wrecking
i taught ‘em how to fight for vile and sick lessons
there’s nothing after life when i call the abyss heaven
i’m big-headed like chris evans before they turned him into the captain i murder kids when i’m rapping
a bourbon sip from the flask then i swerve the whip then i crash it
sketch’ll get a b-tch pregnant get your p-ss tested
the lines are blurry, i’m kinda worried i’m dyslexic
this kid texted me that he wanted a pig wetted
but instead of doin’ what he said i snuck up on trump in bed and rubbed his head
i thought he wanted a wig petted
i must’ve misread it

(hook)
iquor and them drugs too
can’t comprehend why i love you
a n-gg-, getting faded cause he loves you
girl you got my heart and you don’t care
now i got blood on my soul too
blood on my soul, too
now i got blood on my soul too
blood on my soul, too

blood on my soul, too

- jordan bratton

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