Lyrics

Everyone's talking yip-yap, yip-yap Hard to stand up with a knife in your back Tongue like a gun, rat-a-tat-tat-tat I'm gonna get high 'til it all turns black Hurt people, hurt people tit-tat, tit-tat Sell your brother out for a kickback Standing ovation clap-clap-clap-clap I'm gonna get high 'til it all turns black Black-ck-ck-ck-ck-ck Black-ck-ck-ck-ck-ck 'Til it all turns black (oh my) 'Til it all turns black (oh, oh) Oh, my For all of you looking for that next big number Here's another feel good hit of the summer I don't even need you, I barely need myself Watch it all burn up 'til there's nothing else Watch it all light up, pacing forth and back I'm gonna get high 'til it all turns black Black-ck-ck-ck-ck-ck 'Til it all turns black (oh, oh) 'Til it all turns black (oh, oh) Oh, my For all of you looking for that next big number Here's your fucking feel good hit of the summer Everybody talking yip-yap, yip-yap About to get high 'Til it all turns black (oh, oh) 'Til it all turns black (oh, oh) Oh, my 'Til it all turns black 'Til it all turns black (oh, oh) Oh, my For all of you looking for that next big number Here's your fucking feel good hit of the summer
Writer(s): Landon Milbourn, Tyler Baker, Jarrod M Ingram, Blake Hubbard, Brandon Quakenbush Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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