Make Your Best Bells

Chorus:

Heard your bells last week,
expected little bit louder.
Try again, just pick
up treat like a hunter. (x2)

Verse 1:
Dreaming 'bout college.
College opens door in life
full of drunk, expensive wine, which
even worse in taste than lie.
Necklace saves your sins
and since september was no ring.
Notes was running on lips
when you were with me last week.

Chorus:

Verse 2:
Every step is harder
than last step. Girl, take it slow.
Mic on stage is waiting
for a hunter,turn it on.
Move and move, bae, I'm not
jury. Please, just be yourself.
With a crowd or one person
I ain't hearing all of your bells.

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