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poptropicaslutz!
poptropicaslutz!
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Good Luck Have Fun
Good Luck Have Fun
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Smoking dank I'm on Smoking dank I'm on my skateboard catching hang time What's your gang sign? throw it up like what you bang slime Dank I'm on my skateboard catching hang time What's your gang sign? throw it up like what you bang slime So just forget the world, you don't need no one else to run to It's a shame that I told you that I loved you It's okay if you don't feel the same We can share the blame, I'm used to feeling pain Now they got me signing autographs and all of that And the girl I want is calling back, she always asks when I'm coming home It's gon' be a minute cause I'm on the road Hold her close, you don't gotta worry, I won't let you go I won't let you go, I'ma hold on Girl let's get this show on the road, it's been so long since we last spoke Keep your clothes on, I'm just tryna prolong this night We can make out for the whole song, this time If you really want to, cause I really want you We can blast those new tracks that I put you on to Please say yes, I'll come well-dressed Ready to impress and prove to you I'm not just next-best And it's killing me, told me she would love me 'til infinity Then in a week, said she wasn't into me and that she saw me differently Was I so naive to believe that? I admit that I should've seen that coming So just forget the world You don't need no one else to run to It's a shame that I told you that I loved you It's okay if you don't feel the same We can share the blame, I'm used to feeling pain Now they got me signing autographs, and all of that And the girl I want is calling back, she always asks when I'm coming home It's gon' be a minute cause I'm on the road Hold her close, you don't gotta worry, I won't let you go I think she the one for me, I can't say that subtly Then I turned my head and let him sweep you up from under me So if he turned up dead I'd probably tell you that it wasn't me Even though it was, never felt this type of love I'm addicted to her body, oh no I can't get enough And she ain't just anybody, really think that she the one So I might just get a ring for her, do just 'bout anything for her Cop a mink for her, get them new designer things for her Talk about her in my songs because she liked it when I sang for her And I can't lie, you really made my fucking world go 'round And we had a lot of bridges and they all burned down But we all grown now, so it's all good now, yeah So just forget the world You don't need no one else to run to It's a shame that I told you that I loved you It's okay if you don't feel the same We can share the blame, I'm used to feeling pain Now they got me signing autographs, and all of that And the girl I want is calling back, she always asks when I'm coming home It's gon' be a minute cause I'm on the road Hold her close, you don't gotta worry, I won't let you go Got no clout to her name, not an ounce of the fame Got an ounce of cocaine and it's stuck on my face Been a couple of days since she called me Blowin' up her phone tryna figure out what's wrong See, I'm not used to having bitches on me Now I'm getting money so they want me And I love all too often And I think I fall in love all too often, all too often, all too often
Writer(s): Christian Cicilia, Nicholas Crawford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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