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作词 : Jesse Nathaniel Greenway-Bailey | 作曲 : Jesse Nathaniel Greenway-Bailey/John William Dunk/Elias Sjoblom | Need Prada Linea Rosa
作词 : Jesse Nathaniel Greenway-Bailey 作曲 : Jesse Nathaniel Greenway-Bailey/John William Dunk/Elias Sjoblom Need Prada Linea Rosa Defender Rover Or Vespa bicoastal I got mood swings, bipolar Shit we do in the dark all convert Drag my arse right out of the motor Cracked smile, bad teeth turn golden And I turn into a demon, you know this Linea Rosa I saw your face in the reflection of the river out late Club lights been blinding my way Should take time, it might save me If you feel scared then run away Gucci loafers got mileage Inner city pirates Who you call when in crisis? Are we free-falling or flying? Out late, bus skid right past me Blue jeans on, skid fade America cups and a cup full a pain And I walk home broad day You're a sight for sore eyes Time moves fast, I watch it roar by I been to new heights New lows World sent me white And I did that on my own Need Prada Linea Rosa Defender Rover Write-off, hungover **** my brain, my body and soul up Feel alone, so come over Scumbag no-hoper For the white rocks like Dover She a wild one, never control her Need Prada Linea Rosa Defender Rover Write-off, hungover **** my brain, my body and soul up Feel alone, so come over Scumbag no-hoper For the white rocks like Dover She a wild one, never control her I'm in Wetherspoons playing blackjack Never too good at staying on track Always one for the crash-outs that I never quite could run back Wait in the smokers the longest Feel an itch in the palm of my hands Cash and a brand new brand new plot twist Till then I'm inside in the back Still bop through the club real light speed Feel like I been struck by lightning Demon hours, what a scary sight Yeah, I been low, how I'm so afraid of heights **** tomorrow, might chase the night Sleep on the tour bus, miss the flight Should've warned us what this shit be like In a room full of people all with evil eyes And these road signs says all say nowhere I know where the world try take me, I just can't go there Margiela jeans and the jumper mohair Seen the signs in the air like protests Should've stayed home, but I said that last night Stay on ends, hit shots like Far Cry Self-destruction my favourite pastime Truth hurts, baby, I can't mask lies Need Prada Linea Rosa Defender Rover Write-off, hungover **** my brain, my body and soul up Feel alone, so come over Scumbag no-hoper For the white rocks like Dover She a wild one, never control her Need Prada Linea Rosa Defender Rover Write-off, hungover **** my brain, my body and soul up Feel alone, so come over Scumbag no-hoper For the white rocks like Dover She a wild one, never control her
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