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Sweet Bliss Video (MV)




Performed By: Record Boy
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: Collin Innes




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Sweet bliss
With my headphones on making hits
The way I do shit, it make you wish
But you ain't never done shit like this
Long nights at my mom's getting rich
Playing cards in the hall, go fish
Everytime I drop it don't miss
Neighbors say it's loud and clear
Too much smoke it's hard to hear
Too much smoke it's hard to what, what, what
Too much smoke it's hard to hear
Damn lil bitch I'm outta here
Came into this bitch just like I'm Miley
Counting dead heads, now they silent
Where your license, how you got that mileage
My bitch on my line, talk for five minutes
I don't do no longer, I'll be right in it
Penni pasta, know I gotta slide in it
Center console, know I got a nine in it
Audemar, the solitaires vibrant
I don't wanna die young, I'll die lit
And I swear these bills glued to my hip
I'm stuck, I got drugs in my system
I got poles I don't need to show, I do not miss
I heard she fell in love, grant her wish
But you cannot come home with me bitch
Solitaires soaked like a swish
And I don't get my baggage cleared
Sweet bliss
With my headphones on making hits
The way I do shit, it make you wish
But you ain't never done shit like this
Long nights at my mom's getting rich
Playing cards in the hall, go fish
Everytime I drop it don't miss
Neighbors say it's loud and clear
Too much smoke it's hard to hear
Too much smoke it's hard to what, what, what
Too much smoke it's hard to hear
Damn lil bitch I'm outta here
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Sweet bliss
With my headphones on making hits
The way I do shit, it make you wish
But you ain't never done shit like this
Long nights at my mom's getting rich
Playing cards in the hall, go fish
Everytime I drop it don't miss
Neighbors say it's loud and clear
Too much smoke it's hard to hear
Too much smoke it's hard to what, what, what
Too much smoke it's hard to hear
Damn lil bitch I'm outta here
Came into this bitch just like I'm Miley
Counting dead heads, now they silent
Where your license, how you got that mileage
My bitch on my line, talk for five minutes
I don't do no longer, I'll be right in it
Penni pasta, know I gotta slide in it
Center console, know I got a nine in it
Audemar, the solitaires vibrant
I don't wanna die young, I'll die lit
And I swear these bills glued to my hip
I'm stuck, I got drugs in my system
I got poles I don't need to show, I do not miss
I heard she fell in love, grant her wish
But you cannot come home with me bitch
Solitaires soaked like a swish
And I don't get my baggage cleared
Sweet bliss
With my headphones on making hits
The way I do shit, it make you wish
But you ain't never done shit like this
Long nights at my mom's getting rich
Playing cards in the hall, go fish
Everytime I drop it don't miss
Neighbors say it's loud and clear
Too much smoke it's hard to hear
Too much smoke it's hard to what, what, what
Too much smoke it's hard to hear
Damn lil bitch I'm outta here
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Writer: Collin Innes
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