Lucy Loone - Y.O.T.S lyrics

Y.O.T.S

Lucy Loone

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Year of the snake
I can feel you slither in
Down my way
In a place where I don't shivering

It's too cold out here (it's so fucking cold, it's fucking cold)
It's too cold inside, outside
Atmosphere it can not coincide
With me, how I feel

Oh, how do I feel, it can not be real, no
You can not be real, you can not be real
But I can feel you slither in
Inside of me
It's a fantasy
Posing as reality
Slithering inside of me

Inside, outside, of my mind
Can not see, concept of time
It's a fantasy
Prettier than reality
These bitches are scared of me

Thinking in CPO
And I think of breath formula
Cooking so hot, smoke coming off the oven
Year of The Snake, yeah that's when I was made
Shed news scales, new bitch every day

Every day change
No, no waste
Slither like a snake
Shredder like a snake
You can not behave
Acting hella fake

Speak now bitch
Or never hold your peace
It's too cold inside, outside
Atmosphere it can not coincide
With me, how I feel

Oh, how do I feel, it can not be real, no
You can not be real, you can not be real
But I can feel you slither in
Inside of me
It's a fantasy
Posing as reality
Slithering inside of me

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