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Supernova Video (MV)




Performed By: Peshawnkelly
Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: Peshaanakwut Kinew




Peshawnkelly - Supernova Lyrics




I don't owe you shit nah
I don't gotta explain
Barely know you at all
You just love the sex game
Bitches on the line
Hit 'em and they on the way
Spill a couple lies
Nah you do it all the way
Rising like the tide
Wetter than the sea floor
I just need that bomb
You just got that c4
I don't need a reason
Do it for the feeling
Push until you feel it, I just got that healing

I don't got the time or patience
I'm vacant
Talking bout my heart you take it and break it
You playing
Put it all together yeah you fake bitch
Get it through your mind, talking all that shit,
It ain't bout you all the time
You crashing on the sofa, I just called the chauffeur,
I just gotta blow, you can call it Supernova

I don't owe you shit nah
I don't gotta explain
Trying to ride the wave like you play in the X Games
Asking for some beats yeah, asking for some favors
When you hear my name I bet it cutting like some razors
It's a black hole, now you know
You dying for the light but you never glow
Eating up the shine just to never show
Eating up the stars just to never blow

I don't got the time or patience
I'm vacant
Talking bout my heart you take it and break it
You playing
Put it all together yeah you fake bitch
Get it through your mind, talking all that shit,
It ain't bout you all the time
You crashing on the sofa, I just called the chauffeur,
I just gotta blow, you can call it Supernova

You just need to take a break, you just need the time
I just hit the pedal now I'm flying in the sky yeah
Pushing all my buttons but you know I am a touch screen
I touch screens, one swipe and it's looking like a love scene

I don't got the time or patience
I'm vacant
Talking bout my heart you take it and break it
You playing
Put it all together yeah you fake bitch
Get it through your mind, talking all that shit,
It ain't bout you all the time
You crashing on the sofa, I just called the chauffeur,
I just gotta blow, you can call it Supernova
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I don't owe you shit nah
I don't gotta explain
Barely know you at all
You just love the sex game
Bitches on the line
Hit 'em and they on the way
Spill a couple lies
Nah you do it all the way
Rising like the tide
Wetter than the sea floor
I just need that bomb
You just got that c4
I don't need a reason
Do it for the feeling
Push until you feel it, I just got that healing

I don't got the time or patience
I'm vacant
Talking bout my heart you take it and break it
You playing
Put it all together yeah you fake bitch
Get it through your mind, talking all that shit,
It ain't bout you all the time
You crashing on the sofa, I just called the chauffeur,
I just gotta blow, you can call it Supernova

I don't owe you shit nah
I don't gotta explain
Trying to ride the wave like you play in the X Games
Asking for some beats yeah, asking for some favors
When you hear my name I bet it cutting like some razors
It's a black hole, now you know
You dying for the light but you never glow
Eating up the shine just to never show
Eating up the stars just to never blow

I don't got the time or patience
I'm vacant
Talking bout my heart you take it and break it
You playing
Put it all together yeah you fake bitch
Get it through your mind, talking all that shit,
It ain't bout you all the time
You crashing on the sofa, I just called the chauffeur,
I just gotta blow, you can call it Supernova

You just need to take a break, you just need the time
I just hit the pedal now I'm flying in the sky yeah
Pushing all my buttons but you know I am a touch screen
I touch screens, one swipe and it's looking like a love scene

I don't got the time or patience
I'm vacant
Talking bout my heart you take it and break it
You playing
Put it all together yeah you fake bitch
Get it through your mind, talking all that shit,
It ain't bout you all the time
You crashing on the sofa, I just called the chauffeur,
I just gotta blow, you can call it Supernova
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Writer: Peshaanakwut Kinew
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