गाने

Fox bop, high score I just hit the high score Same love, brain raw I just hit a trick-shot Fox bop, high score I just hit the high score Same love, brain raw I just hit a trick-shot Let's drop a car off the moon And crash it into my reindeer Let's break into a house And swing on all the chandeliers I'm one of a kind, yeah I don't need any skills I'm never fucking winning I don't care if I lose Fox bop, high score I just hit the high score Same love, brain raw I just hit a trick-shot Fox bop, high score I just hit the high score Same love, brain raw I just hit a trick-shot You would have another chance to fuck me up (fuck me up) You would have another chance to fuck me up (fuck me up) 'Cause I never felt you in my life So fuck you for the lies It's hard to talk to two faces At the same fucking time Everything's worthless Everybody around me so wasteless I kill all my thoughts Until they start making sense Fox bop, high score I just hit the high score Same love, brain raw I just hit a trick-shot Fox bop, high score I just hit the high score Same love, brain raw I just hit a trick-shot I just hit a trick-shot I just hit a trick-shot I just hit a trick-shot I just hit a trick-shot I just hit a trick-shot I just hit a trick-shot, I just hit a trick-shot, I just hit a trick-shot, I just hit a trick-shot Trick, trick, trick, trick, trick Trick, trick, trick, hh!
Writer(s): Luke Prost, David Prost Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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