Yr number one GOAT
Yr backwards anthem
You've got to go rogue
Before you go platinum
Sticking a toothpick into my thigh like
Kidding myself that I'm still alive I'm
Taking a bite of commercial pie you're
Living it up while I ask politely
What do you do when
You wake up
Goopy from a melatoney engine?
Barely keeping you chugging
With all the wrong intentions
My fighter pilot
My takeoff title
Could you cool yr heels
For one more cycle?
Holding a fat roll of paper towels but
Wiping my nose on the sleeve of yr blouse
Calling the suits for a record recount
Saying you cried but you're laughing out loud
What do you do when
You wake up
Goopy from a melatoney engine?
Barely keeping you chugging
In all the wrong directions
So you shift and you shake
All the slim and slimy friendships
In the odds that some clout
Seekers slide into yr mentions
Illuminati Hotties - melatonezone Lyrics
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Yr number one GOAT
Yr backwards anthem
You've got to go rogue
Before you go platinum
Sticking a toothpick into my thigh like
Kidding myself that I'm still alive I'm
Taking a bite of commercial pie you're
Living it up while I ask politely
What do you do when
You wake up
Goopy from a melatoney engine?
Barely keeping you chugging
With all the wrong intentions
My fighter pilot
My takeoff title
Could you cool yr heels
For one more cycle?
Holding a fat roll of paper towels but
Wiping my nose on the sleeve of yr blouse
Calling the suits for a record recount
Saying you cried but you're laughing out loud
What do you do when
You wake up
Goopy from a melatoney engine?
Barely keeping you chugging
In all the wrong directions
So you shift and you shake
All the slim and slimy friendships
In the odds that some clout
Seekers slide into yr mentions
Yr backwards anthem
You've got to go rogue
Before you go platinum
Sticking a toothpick into my thigh like
Kidding myself that I'm still alive I'm
Taking a bite of commercial pie you're
Living it up while I ask politely
What do you do when
You wake up
Goopy from a melatoney engine?
Barely keeping you chugging
With all the wrong intentions
My fighter pilot
My takeoff title
Could you cool yr heels
For one more cycle?
Holding a fat roll of paper towels but
Wiping my nose on the sleeve of yr blouse
Calling the suits for a record recount
Saying you cried but you're laughing out loud
What do you do when
You wake up
Goopy from a melatoney engine?
Barely keeping you chugging
In all the wrong directions
So you shift and you shake
All the slim and slimy friendships
In the odds that some clout
Seekers slide into yr mentions
Writer: sarah tudzin
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Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY