Young Taylor
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I won't fall bitch
I won't fall bitch
I won't fall bitch
I won't fall bitch
Bag didn't have to complain, ya
She got so wet with champagne, ya
I fucked my brain
Morphine in my vein
I land you like Kwajalein, Hold up

Take a sip bitch
Go to sleep bitch
I won't click bitch
I won't blick bitch
This world will never show me its love

Fresh of birth, ain't got a lot
Sticking to your plot imma free this knot
Still saving the only shot I got
Sticking to your talk I'd get lost
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