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Hot Tea, Hot Peace 2 by Dezerh

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Hot Tea, Hot Peace 2 by Dezerh - Trap, Dark Alt Pop, Intense, Pop Punk, Alt R&B,Alt music cover art

Hot Tea, Hot Peace 2

Trap, Dark Alt Pop, Intense, Pop Punk, Alt R&B,Alt

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Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
My lover needs a warning sign Tatted on his fuckin' chest
Hard or gummy, topic's not right Head's too packed, too packed, yes
Leakin' out, I'm stuck Got me feelin' like rust
This shit is too fuckin' classic, classic Airheads went viral, went viral
Didn't play well, so I left you spiral I love it
Love the hot tea, hot peace Don't care for it no more
Only want to taste the peace Hot and sweet with cinnamon
You were the one they molded Keep this up, yeah
My dream Gave up love like a painting Red and green in the stocking
Look at us, reminds you I'm scarlet My lover needs a warning sign
Tatted on his fuckin' chest Been up all night, I'm restless
Tired of the stress, but yikes You kept me wrapped in vines
Loved it and created a shrine Play me like a violin, like a violin
I slept, I bled Didn't play well and gave an offer
Cuff my heart and kept the score up Streets vile, got to duck and look up
Love the hot tea, hot peace Don't care for it no more
Only want to taste the peace Hot and sweet with cinnamon
You were the one they molded Keep this up, yeah
My dream Gave up love like a painting Red and green in the stocking
Look at us, reminds you I'm scarlet Maybe I should stop with the wishful thinking
But you know when I'm daydreaming All shades of blue
Reminds me of old you, not to me
Love the hot tea, hot peace Don't care for it no more
Only want to taste the peace Hot and sweet with cinnamon
You were the one they molded Keep this up, yeah
My dream Gave up love like a painting Red and green in the stocking
Look at us, reminds you I'm scarlet
It's not safe like these streets Some points a day don't mind me
You cluck behind my back Like how I got involved
You fail to remember that
You don't know how to handle that