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And they say, "Hello, hello, it's your time to get up" Hotel mini-bar 'Cause I'm so sick and fed up 90s' movie stars, million classic cars Rob your lucky charms 'cause that's not who we are I'll be here all week Riding like the funfair, we speed down to the beach Brown hair with the brown eyes with the small size to her feet Skate around by the coast, dipping your toes into the sea Smoking on cigarettes, smoking that Juul flavour It's peach ice, be nice No, I'm not the one no who likes Three stripes, she likеs hating when I'm right, it's cold He's like flеa bites getting all over your Skin-tight, bleach-dye hair And they say, "Hello, hello, it's your time to get up" Hotel mini-bar 'Cause I'm so sick and fed up 90s' movie stars, million classic cars Rob your lucky charms 'cause that's not who we are Fuck around, make a hundred grand just to spend it all on some drugs Grow my hair, dye a little bit, just to shave it off for the fun Ask my friends what they think of it Just some angry smiles and some shrugs Boring kid, I'm a home boy, I already fucked with the clubs But that's where you find your love And she'll think you're in love 'Cause she into the gym boys who know they look pretty buff They're tall, petty and mugs I'm small, sweaty, untouched They're more 'fuck with your life' I'm more 'fuck with your heart' And they say, "Hello, hello, it's your time to get up" Hotel mini-bar 'Cause I'm so sick and fed up 90s' movie stars, million classic cars Rob your lucky charms 'cause that's not who we are
Writer(s): Syed Abdul Hafiz Bin Syed Hussain, Timothy Francis Lee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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