Lyrics

Some sort of getaway is what I'm wanting Take the lads on tour, we'll go to Pontins Major contract, signee enables Content shitty, income stabled Terms and conditions, work for exposure Acquisitions, non-disclosures Exclusive access, no rights to your rights Telling you where to go, won't put you up for the night Over, and over, and over, and over again It's like living in a gated community, you can't tell 'em they're wrong Making money by selling your bathwater, why can't we tag along? And it tastes like saving money on your breakfast cereal Alright in the short run, but nevеr the same And I can't help feeling just a littlе bit cynical When fame buys you money but money buys you fame But anyway, everything here is going so well If you stream "Shape of You", you're going to hell And that's a promise Over, and over, and over, and over again Over, and over, and over, and over again Over, and over, and over, and over again Popshop, uh!
Writer(s): Sam Brennan, Sean Murphy-o'neill, Sean Thomas, Michael Downes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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