Chimes - Hudson Mohawke

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Embed: You ain't really see it comin', did ya?
She took your heart and tried to feed it to ya
Twitter told you she was out of town
She ain't notice she was out of bounds
You 'bout to bust out all her windows, ain't ya?
And catch a charge that ain't 'bout no paper

Her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold
She in love with the pole
The money, the car
The cars and the clothes
The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O

My dealer want 911 Porsche a nigga
All this money, might Scott Storch a nigga
Preacher crew might start extortin' nigga
Know who run the town like I'm from Boston, nigga
Mixin' purple with that Henny, man it get you startled
When you talkin' 'bout that money, man they'll eat your heart out
All my niggas rollin', sippin' on that molly water
Shorty on that hazy, shout to Richard Porter

Her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold
She in love with the pole
She grind for the rolls, and she tweakin' her nose

Her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold, she in love with the pole
The money, the car
The cars and the clothes
The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O

She in love with the money
She in love with the molly
She in love, that's so crazy
She in love
Forreal though, do you feel love?
I get trill love not real love
I'm tryna figure, should I tip her?
I'm an H-Town nigga, straight up

You ain't been around a richer nigga
He can only show you bitches' pictures
It's like the chopper shot the nigga down
But he don't even see that she the trigger
Ain't nothin' wrong with your ambition, baby
Come fuck this platinum musician, baby
Your nigga pockets screamin' "Out of order"
Fuck net-a-porter, we can cross the border

Her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold
She in love with the pole
The money, the car
The cars and the clothes
The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the OLyrics provided by TANCODEhttp://lyricsever.com/" readonly=""/>

Chimes Lyrics

Her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold

She in love with the pole
She grind for the rolls, and she tweakin' her nose

Her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold
She in love with the pole

She want your friend and your foe
She want the life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O


She took your car to go and see that nigga
She in his ear like "I'ma leave that nigga"
You ain't really see it comin', did ya?
She took your heart and tried to feed it to ya
Twitter told you she was out of town
She ain't notice she was out of bounds
You 'bout to bust out all her windows, ain't ya?
And catch a charge that ain't 'bout no paper

Her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold
She in love with the pole
The money, the car
The cars and the clothes
The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O

My dealer want 911 Porsche a nigga
All this money, might Scott Storch a nigga
Preacher crew might start extortin' nigga
Know who run the town like I'm from Boston, nigga
Mixin' purple with that Henny, man it get you startled
When you talkin' 'bout that money, man they'll eat your heart out
All my niggas rollin', sippin' on that molly water
Shorty on that hazy, shout to Richard Porter

Her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold
She in love with the pole
She grind for the rolls, and she tweakin' her nose

Her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold, she in love with the pole
The money, the car
The cars and the clothes
The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O

She in love with the money
She in love with the molly
She in love, that's so crazy
She in love
Forreal though, do you feel love?
I get trill love not real love
I'm tryna figure, should I tip her?
I'm an H-Town nigga, straight up

You ain't been around a richer nigga
He can only show you bitches' pictures
It's like the chopper shot the nigga down
But he don't even see that she the trigger
Ain't nothin' wrong with your ambition, baby
Come fuck this platinum musician, baby
Your nigga pockets screamin' "Out of order"
Fuck net-a-porter, we can cross the border

Her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold
She in love with the pole
The money, the car
The cars and the clothes
The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O

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Hudson Mohawke, (b. Ross Birchard), also known as DJ Itchy, Hudson Mo or Hud Mo, is an Electronic music producer/DJ from Glasgow, Scotland, affiliated with the LuckyMe collective of musicians and artists. He is signed to Warp Records and G.O.O.D. Music. Hudson released his debut album Butter in October 2009.

At the age of 15 Birchard, under the name DJ Itchy, was the youngest ever UK DMC finalist. His earliest gigs as a club DJ were with Glasgow Uni's Subcity Radio where he was part of the culture city kids show and later other shows including Turntable Science with Pro Vinylist Karim and Cloudo's Happy Hardcore show. Birchard became Hudson Mohawke after seeing the name engraved on a statue in the hallway of his accommodation. He was signed to Warp Records despite a very limited track record of official releases; the bulk of his releases were unofficial tracks and DJ mixes circulated on the Internet. His first official release to get major notice was "Free Mo", a track on the Ubiquity Records various-artists compilation Choices, Vol. 1 (2007); subsequently, he was featured as a remixer on Choices, Vol. 2 (2007). In 2008 his 12" EP Ooops! on LuckyMe/Wireblock became an underground sensation, particularly once word spread of his recording contract with Warp. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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