Letras

Na-na-na na-na-na, na-na-na na-na-na Na-na-na na-na-na, na-na-na na-na-na Na-na-na na-na-na, na-na-na na-na-na Na-na-na na-na-na, na-na-na na-na-na Na-na-na na-na-na, na-na-na na-na-na Na-na-na na-na-na, na-na-na na-na High fives, high fives, high fives, uh Then I'm out the door, I'm on my phone I escape to a room and sing my song to myself 'Cause I don't want to sing it wrong Don't want to sing it wrong I think we'll get along Out 'til the break of dawn High score, then I respawn So, so, so sweet like a Mellotron My heart go ba-ba-ba-da-bum I'ma cling to the sub, lemme hear that song Go deaf when I hear that fucking gong Like ba-ba-ba-ba-ba I'll sing this shit 'til you sing along I don't even give a fuck if you get it wrong You are not invited Go cry me an island Go cry me an island You are not invited You are not invited Go cry me an island We're, we're all one Life under the sun I might crash the satellite function A string your pearls for strumming I'll chase the stars 'til the light is gone My mind is set on the brightest one I twirl my hair 'cause it's getting long So, so, so cute like a little plum If happiness is a gun, I've got the bullets I've got the bullets, oh yeah I think I've got my best thoughts When I'm in the worst ruts Gimme, gimme love, stop Gimme, gimme love Kill my phone, I can't stop Looking at myself, ah Gimme, gimme love, stop Gimme, gimme love Stop You are not invited Go cry me an island Go cry me an island You are not invited You are not invited-ed-ed I think I've got my best thoughts When I'm in the worst ruts Gimme, gimme love, stop Gimme, gimme love Kill my phone, I can't stop Looking at myself, ah Gimme, gimme love, stop Gimme, gimme love
Writer(s): Luke Prost, David Prost Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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