Drunk off your kiss, life turns sideways Drugs from your skin, high like skyscrapers Where your soul goes, you will find me Follow you there, I will blindy
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 Ooh Hit me with the Ooh Praise god when you hit me with the Ooh Praise god, praise god, go, praise god When you hit me with the Ooh
Drunk off your kiss, tastes like absinthe King size spaceship Hips crash landed Scream out my name, ring like sirens 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 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 Ooh Hit me with the Ooh Praise god when you hit me with the Ooh Praise god, praise god, go, praise god When you hit me with the Ooh (x3)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
