歌詞

No, no Ultimatum Say, whoa, yeah I, I, I simply weasel white wine My high, I sing quiet all the way home Please sir, don't fight your boy on the payphone La-la, I sip a bottle of vino I gotta find my nine to four To keep it going, da-da-da I lean in for it My body see ya I wanna see ya Oy, oy, oy, oy Oh, you're fine like whoa You lie non-stop though Limelight so Narco That's like all my fault La-la, this my teacup, full I just smoked a pile of that dro Gangster food, deep fry my soul First time right time, oh my God This time wonderful on my own Next time, gunnin' for no life form Press time wonderful on iPhone José can take your dime I, I don't see white light though I, I don't take the TyleNyquil I don't find no satisfaction Sound, sound, sound, sound like GoPro, no wildlife I, I, I simply need no lifelines Nine lives, I think I died on the way home Please sir, don't fight your boy on the payphone La-la, I burst in flames like it's Waco I modify my, my mind and chorus I hide in forests Ja, ja, ja I ride a Taurus, my eye a Horus Can't buy divorce La-la-la-la Oh, you're fine like whoa You cry non-stop though Limelight so Narco That's like oh my God La-la, this my teacup, full I just smoked a pile of that dro Gangster food, deep fry my soul First time right time, oh my God This time wonderful on my own Next time, gunnin' for no life form Press time wonderful on iPhone José can take your dime I, I don't see white light though I, I don't take the TyleNyquil I, I don't see white light though I, I don't take the TyleNyquil
Writer(s): Jeremy Nutzman, Elliott Kozel, Simon Christensen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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