Relative Ash - Flavor lyrics

Floored, I don't feel right So much flavor he抯 sick you know Give up love your arm suffers So I can invite her spit I don't feel right so much flavor I抦 sick But don't trip. Love, I don't feel right So much flavor he抯 very, very sick Give up love your arm suffers So she can invite all of our spit I don't feel right so much flavor I'm sick but don't trip Eyes are shut crib cries Flush loose teeth pistol whipped She faints you抮e gone bye, bye God she's so sick of being second Taste dies s** when high heart goes limp She cares you抮e gone bye, bye God she's so sick of being second God she's so sick of being second God it抯 such a sin to be second Have you ever witnessed full blown romance And there ain抰 no question they held hands like We did and your love thank you for having me I抳e witnessed timeless love You抮e gone bye, bye I don't feel right, I don't feel right I don't feel right God she抯 so sick of being second never again God it抯 such a sin to be second