Lirik

La, la, la, la La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la La-la, la, la, la, la La-la, la Where the fuck am I? Tell me did I just die? 'Cause I don't understand why I'm in a room I don't recognise I died at 5:45 Yeah, it says so on a sign And my mother's crying out her eyes Or is the radio telling lies A juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner Don't let the devil take you out for dinner Juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner Don't let the devil take you out for dinner I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ La, la, la, la La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la La-la, la, la, la, la La-la, la I'm digging my own grave for the day I decorate with pink socks and gold chain (Woo) Two fat stacks on my eyes (Eyes, eyes, eyes) I'm in a box I don't recognise Believe what they say (Say, say) And you'll be flying away (Way, way) On a coke-covered D-day (Day, day) While they're chucking sukki on your face A juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner Don't let the devil take you out for dinner Juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner Don't let the devil take you out for dinner I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ Yeah, Polly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly Yeah, Polly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ La, la, la, la La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la That one, that one was so sick
Writer(s): David Anthony Katz, Martin Terefe, Patrick Nissley, Dominic Harrison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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