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mile – ain’t thinkin bout u كلمات اغاني

[intro]
_summer time vibe make it till you feel alive like woo!_

[verse 1: mile]
and i say (ooh oooooh)
it feels like the sun’s out just for me
(ooh oooooh)
hadn’t seen it since it since i watched you leave
(ooh oooooh)
now i’m making changes, took my heart and rearranged it
with the pieces that you left behind
(ooh oooooh)
it feels like this party’s just for me
(ooh oooooh)
since you’re not here to keep me off these streets
(ooh oooooh)
i ain’t even mad at you, we’ll open up the malibu
and look for love another time

[pre_hook]
i got a foxy brown skin ting _ ill na na
new girl that don’t ever try to k!ll my vibe
got her sipping from my cup so she can feel my high
we ain’t coming down from here
i got a new lease on everything
can’t believe i almost gave your ass a wedding ring
making up for lost time now with better things
till that feeling disappears
[hook]
now that party’s taking over, this summer music’s making us move
you should see who wants my attention now, girl, i ain’t thinking bout you
there’s a toast for every tear now, yeah these drinks is keeping us loose
now we’re dancing with nothing to lose, no, no i ain’t thinking bout you
no, no i ain’t thinking bout you, no, no i ain’t thinking bout you
(ungati chii ko?) no, no i ain’t thinking bout you
(ungati chii ko?) no, no i ain’t thinking bout you

[verse 2: marcques]
h_llo, h_llo, slide with the dance moves
love is in the air but i’d rather be with my own crew
every single letter in my verse is like a soul move
love tunes for cold shoulders and broken dudes
forgetting they will treat you how you are to them
girls in dubai telling me how i ain’t sh_t to them
young, educated, third world ain’t nothing to them
forgetting all the heartbreak and the fake and what you did for them
a king without a queen is a king
a queen without a king is a queen
a woman with a ring and no love is just bling, mean
zibeke kahle and tell me how much you mean
but we gon’ set it off right?
cause we living for the moment and this one life
and you gon’ get a chance to prove if you love right
but for now, we gon’ do it for the lights life
[pre_hook]
i got a foxy brown skin ting _ ill na na
new girl that don’t ever try to k!ll my vibe
got her sipping from my cup so she can feel my high
we ain’t coming down from here
i got a new lease on everything
can’t believe i almost gave your ass a wedding ring
making up for lost time now with better things
till that feeling disappears

[hook]
now that party’s taking over, summer music’s making us move
you should see who wants my attention now, girl, i ain’t thinking bout you
there’s a toast for every tear now, yeah these drinks is keeping us loose
now we’re dancing with nothing to lose, no, no i ain’t thinking bout you
no, no i ain’t thinking bout you, no, no i ain’t thinking bout you
(ungati chii ko?) no, no i ain’t thinking bout you
(ungati chii ko?) no, no i ain’t thinking bout you
(ungati chii ko?) no, no i ain’t thinking bout you
(ungati chii ko?) no, no i ain’t thinking bout you
(ungati chii ko?) no, no i ain’t thinking bout you
(ungati chii ko?) no, no i ain’t thinking bout you

[monologue: mile]
of all the documented horror stories in history
very few have ever discussed a broken heart
one gut_wrenching image synonymous with the other
for we all share the same tragic plight:
someone in a mask ominously enters the plain of your existence
with thinly_veiled malevolence
and a knife that represents years of immorality and deceit
and yet the antagonist remains an entity that we blindly welcome
into a world that doesn’t belong to them
for our hearts are made up of brittle transparent windows
and unlocked doors left ajar:
our most irresponsible invitation
all our secrets and belongings left in the open
and the new crimson bloodstains glint a little in the moonlight
love makes you see beauty in everything _
even its death
you were once spoken for;
now there’s no life left in your words for me

- mile

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