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Fangs
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Fangs κυκλοφόρησε στις 14 Φεβρουαρίου 2026 από Independent ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Lostboys
ΆλμπουμLostboys
14 Φεβρουαρίου 2026
ΕτικέταIndependent
ΓλώσσαEnglish
BPM59
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Βαλάνς
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Στίχοι

Don't know what you mad at me for
Get you out my face
Always wake up late
Namaste
Find your own way home
Got fangs?
Got fangs?
Got fangs?
Yea sure I like you, what's the point?
You friends with the pigs, bet your homies gon oink
I just rolled me a blunt, I just smoked me some doink
Was a college dropout, make bands from my voice
She get stuck on my hip, she gon stick by the hoist
L-O-S-T, come fuck with the Lostboys
There's only one doorway up
My lover gon hold me up
My love, I don't care for us
This love shit get dangerous
Look baby just made you look
Look look, baby just made you look
Look it's the drugs that you claim I took
I pop too many and get you shook
She wanna live by the book
Baby this chess and you just lost your rook
I'll run this back cause you like the hook
Peekaboo baby, just made you look
Want you majorly
Think you made for me
Spend your days with me
Yo Marceline, cry in the dark with me
New hand tat, can't hide my sleeve
She tryna bite me, Marceline
Show your fangs off
We can scratch the names off
Fuck yo ex and fuck everybody that came before us
I don't want her, bae you got allure
Baby your the one I wanted more
This gon be the longest night of my life
I'm hoping when you leave out
You gon hold my eyes
Got fangs?
Got fangs?
Got fangs?
I got fangs
Got fangs?
Got fangs?
Got fangs?
Got fangs?
Got fangs?
Got fangs?
Got fangs?
Got fangs?
She got fangs, they said she could bite ya
They said I'm making a mistake to invite her
I want you bae, ain't never seen nothing like ya
I want you bad, not even gonna lie to ya
Just tell me, tell me to sleep
Tell me it's over and I will leave
Tell me it's over and I will leave
You got your fangs and you bite my sleeve
Hold on tight, promise I'll never leave
Yea sure I like you, what's the point?
You friends with the pigs, bet your homies gon oink
I just rolled me a blunt, I just smoked me some doink
Was a college dropout, make bands from my voice
She get stuck on my hip, she gon stick by the hoist
L-O-S-T, come fuck with the Lostboys
L-O-S-T, come fuck with the Lostboys
Written by: Lance Hewitt
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