Fuming - Grace Acladna

I, I want it to myself

I, I think that no one cares

I’m fuming from above, for your love

I’m fuming for your love, for your love

It isn’t true

Swaying, lying or just keeping my cool

'Cause I’m fuming, I’m fuming

I’m fuming, I’m fuming

My heart, when I lick in it

It’s stunning, bitter the taste of your scent

I’m fuming from above, for your love

I’m fuming for your love, for your love

It isn’t true

Swaying, lying or just keeping my cool

'Cause I’m fuming, I’m fuming

I’m fuming, I’m fuming

I’m fuming, I’m fuming

I’m fuming, I’m fuming