Lyrics

I'm chilling on a hammock Shit-faced way up in the fucking sky I'm rolling up that loud blunt Take my hand, girl we fly tonight Oh, that 18th birthday take me back I sold my soul, I killed myself I cannot die and I never will My bod's cursed under that spell But I love the way your kisses feel upon me And every time I walk away Your love it haunts me One, two, Buckle my shoe Three, four, done fucked them hoes Five, six, she sucked my dick Seven, eight, that shit felt great London Bridge is falling down Falling down, falling down London Bridge is falling down And so were her panties When that London bridge it fell It ended you and me for real Girl I even miss you smell Oh, every day it seems so real Girl I need you, I need you Them movie nights they got me through I need you, I need you What's Halloween without you boo One, two, Buckle my shoe Three, four, done fucked them hoes Five, six, she sucked my dick Seven, eight, that shit felt great London Bridge is falling down Falling down, falling down London Bridge is falling down And so were her panties And I don't know how it gets better than this You take my hand And dragged me head first, fearless And I don't know how With you every time I danced In a storm with your best dress, fearless I love it when these fake bitches Hate all behind my back At least before you worked out You had some tits and a little ass Now you ain't got notta Bitch you gotta stop You look just like a Llama You got DUIs you slopa I'm a wanna be Fetty Wap Okay, bitch That why you can't even take a dick Nobody wants that wack ass shit That's why all you got is your dog dumb bitch I'm so happy I'm not you So insecure And so pathetic, boo whoa-hoo One, two, Buckle my shoe Three, four, done fucked them hoes Five, six, she sucked my dick Seven, eight, that shit felt great London Bridge is falling down Falling down, falling down London Bridge is falling down And so were her panties Nowadays, I got grown men Worried about just what I do Like why the fuck do you even care I do me so you do you I got you feeling all type of ways Honestly bro that sounds real gay All stressed out just typing away Sharing your feelings all about me And I know you got nothing to do Better with your personal life I know that you work bro Super cool and super nice Honestly bro, think about your life How the fuck you going to tell me What's wrong, and what's right? I never did you wrong not once not twice So why are you ever worried about my life? Yea, you live at your parents old house But your pretty dope I've never met a dude that runs his mouth About another dude That boring ass life is all you will ever do What the fuck do you even have to live for dude? I'm following my dreams, so fuck you too When I follow them bitches 'til the day they come true I bet your booty hole is feeling sore So share another post about this song And show everyone how you feel some more
Writer(s): Jamal Jones, Stacy Ferguson, Mike Hartnett, Sean Garrett, Stephen M Kupka, Emilio Castillo, John David Garibaldi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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