La, la, la, la La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la La-la, la, la, la, la La-la, la
Where the fuck am I? Tell me, did I just die? 'Cause I don't understand why I'm in a room I don't recognize I died at five forty-five Yeah, it says so on a sign And my mother's crying out her eyes Or is the radio telling lies?
Juvenile sinner, car crash winner Don’t let the devil take you out for dinner Juvenile sinner, car crash winner Don’t let the devil take you out for dinner
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ
La, la, la, la La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la La-la, la, la, la, la La-la, la
Digging my own grave for the day I decorate with pink socks and gold chains (Woo!) Two fat stacks on my eyes (Eye, eye, eye) I'm in a box I don't recognize Believe what they say (Say, say) And you'll be flying away (Way, way) On a coke-covered D-day (Day, day) While they're chucking sukki on your face (Wow!)
Juvenile sinner, car crash winner Don’t let the devil take you out for dinner Juvenile sinner, car crash winner Don’t let the devil take you out for dinner
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ
Yeah, Polly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly
Yeah, Polly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ
La, la, la, la La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la (That one, that one was so sick! Just fuckin' mad)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
