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Ooh
Jon Bellion,
Christianne Jensen
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Drop off your caps, life turns sideways
Tracks from your skin, high like skyscrapers
Where your soul goes, you will find me
Follow you there, I will blindly
I don't believe that you're from New York
You're from the sky, past our view of space
Don't bullshit me, tell me you're an angel
And this ain't gon' make no sense, no sense, but I'll say
Your lips, they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the
Hit me with the
Praise God when you hit me with the
Praise God, praise God
Praise God
Your lips, they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the
Hit me with the
Praise God when you hit me with the
Praise God, praise God
Praise God when you hit me with the
Drunk off your kiss
Drunk off your kiss
Taste like absinthe
Taste like absinthe
King-size spaceship
King-size spaceship
My lips crash-landed
My lips crash-landed
Scream out my name
Scream out my name
Ring like sirens
Ring like sirens
Lights in your eyes
Lights in your eyes
Gladly blinded
I don't believe that you're from New York
You're from the sky, past our view of space
You're from the sky, past our view of space
Don't bullshit me, tell me you're an angel
Baby, tell me you're an angel
And this ain't gon' make no sense, no sense, but I'll say
Your lips, they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the
Hit me with the
Praise God when you hit me with the
Praise God, praise God, yeah
Praise God when you hit me with the
Your lips, they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the
Hit me with the
Praise God when you hit me with the
Praise God, praise God, yeah
Praise God when you hit me with the
Ooh
Ooh
Your lips
Your lips, they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the
Ooh
Hit me with the
Ooh
Praise God when you hit me with the
Ooh
Praise God, praise God, yeah
Praise God when you hit me with the
Tracks from your skin, high like skyscrapers
Where your soul goes, you will find me
Follow you there, I will blindly
I don't believe that you're from New York
You're from the sky, past our view of space
Don't bullshit me, tell me you're an angel
And this ain't gon' make no sense, no sense, but I'll say
Your lips, they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the
Hit me with the
Praise God when you hit me with the
Praise God, praise God
Praise God
Your lips, they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the
Hit me with the
Praise God when you hit me with the
Praise God, praise God
Praise God when you hit me with the
Drunk off your kiss
Drunk off your kiss
Taste like absinthe
Taste like absinthe
King-size spaceship
King-size spaceship
My lips crash-landed
My lips crash-landed
Scream out my name
Scream out my name
Ring like sirens
Ring like sirens
Lights in your eyes
Lights in your eyes
Gladly blinded
I don't believe that you're from New York
You're from the sky, past our view of space
You're from the sky, past our view of space
Don't bullshit me, tell me you're an angel
Baby, tell me you're an angel
And this ain't gon' make no sense, no sense, but I'll say
Your lips, they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the
Hit me with the
Praise God when you hit me with the
Praise God, praise God, yeah
Praise God when you hit me with the
Your lips, they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the
Hit me with the
Praise God when you hit me with the
Praise God, praise God, yeah
Praise God when you hit me with the
Ooh
Ooh
Your lips
Your lips, they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the
Ooh
Hit me with the
Ooh
Praise God when you hit me with the
Ooh
Praise God, praise God, yeah
Praise God when you hit me with the
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