Jordan Rakei - Nerve Lyrics
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Nerve
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What Are The Lyrics For Nerve By Jordan Rakei?
Once I bottled the canvas to my lover's heart
But the stow was too full, and that envelope had a letter In that scarcely room Back in silence is when it all began falling apart I was always a clumsy speaker, and we couldn't find one another In that scarcely room Mark my words, I say I'm guilty of no poetry I was working, I confess, see the courage in her eyes In that scarcely room There were words of disagreement But we talked to find the answers, in a mutual disposition In that scarcely room How can I find a reason to love you, when I don't love myself How can I find a reason to love you, when I don't love myself, self How can I find a reason to love you, when I don't love myself How can I find a reason to love you, when I don't love myself, self Shout at me and there are traits of insecurity See the man had stole her fire, so it's her who put the flame out In that scarcely room Courted dress for the occasion, yet not filled with glee His hands reaching for the curtain, she was quick to put the light out In that scarcely room How can I find a reason to love you, when I don't love myself How can I find a reason to love you, when I don't love myself, self How can I find a reason to love you, when I don't love myself How can I find a reason to love you, when I don't love myself, self How can I find a reason to love you, when I don't love myself How can I find a reason to love you, when I don't love myself, self |
Who Wrote Nerve By Jordan Rakei?
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