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oceanicboat986

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Lyrics

Intro

Yeah

Mmm

Check it

Verse 1

Paper trails

Purple smoke

Pulling back on what you said when we both broke

Moving different lately

Cold as winters in the north side baby

I bought you peace

I bought you jewels

But you kept playing with all the different rules

I keep my distance now

Higher ceilings

Changing all my feelings

Changing how I deal with feelings

Pre-Chorus

Saw the texts you didn't send

Saw the mask that you intend to wear

Watching how you lie to him

Watching how the lights get dim

It's just business

Just the business of us

Chorus

Now I move with cold intent

Keep the secrets that you spent

All that love is ancient history

Now it's just a mystery

I move with cold intent

Everything is spent

Verse 2

Ghost in the penthouse suite

Empty bottles and the bitter smell of luxury

I don't look back

Winning feels better than whatever we lacked

Told me you needed space

Told me you liked the pace of my life

Counting up the loss

Counting what it cost to let you go

Frozen on the wrist

Something that you missed

Pre-Chorus

Saw the texts you didn't send

Saw the mask that you intend to wear

Watching how you lie to him

Watching how the lights get dim

It's just business

Just the business of us

Chorus

Now I move with cold intent

Keep the secrets that you spent

All that love is ancient history

Now it's just a mystery

I move with cold intent

Everything is spent

Bridge

Cut the ties

Cut the checks

Cut the pressure off my neck

Looking at my reflection

Seeing my new direction

Nothing left to prove

Verse 3

Riding through the city late

Watching how the enemies start to fluctuate

Focused on the climb

No more wasting any more of my time

Stitched it up myself

Put your memory on a high top shelf

Walking through the fire

Walking past desire for your touch

Never back down

Wearing that new crown

Bridge 2

No more calls

No more games

No more mention of our names

Walking in the blackness

Showing no more slackness

Everything is gone

Chorus

Now I move with cold intent

Keep the secrets that you spent

All that love is ancient history

Now it's just a mystery

I move with cold intent

Everything is spent

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