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Intro

 

Intro

(álbum: The Lost Boys - 2015)


Like a shot of golden brown to the vein
Kinda like when a hundred fans scream your name
Kinda like the lips of the face you want to bite
Wanna stay waved in the rave kinda high

Oh kinda like the box sets that made you miss her birthday
Kinda like less than 80 likes is a bad day
Kinda like your scared of airplane mode
Bet you get the shakes when your about to go abroad

Do you remember age five
And how quick you replied
When parents ask "What you wanna be when you're grown?"
Do you ever wonder why
The time seems to fly
When all you do is wait for the weekend to call

Did you forget you were alive?
Did you forget you were alive?
Do you remember you're alive?
Did you forget you were alive?
(Can you taste the freedom)
Did you forget you were alive? (Na na na na na na)
Did you forget you were alive? (Na na na na na na)
(Can you taste the freedom)

I was born and raise with no shame
Fake Nikes and no name
Two left feet and no aim
Corned beef for my birthday
Tracksuits need more pay
But the gal dem love me same way
Might just be my birth name
Ah sorry babe it's 2Ks

(Oi) Mum said no way
Go buy Nike when you pay
Through poverty they learned early
That money don't grow on tree tree
So when I rave on pay day
It's my dough so I go cray cray
And the girls in the town get freaky
I'm going down like mayday

From day I'm going down
I'm going I'm going down from day day
Hold on slow down mate
Why do I feel some type of rave wave
Bare guys on the rave
Who say they hate Monday to Friday
So FIFA's on replay
With one night stands from partays

Ain't even her b'day
But she still say doing that nae nae
Selfies with nephew Ray
Every Friday and Saturday
So I detour like safe safe
Don't know the date of my b'day
So peace out Imma squeeze out
Every second, every minute, every hour of the week day

When I learn how to say "Yo Babes"
In a language other than "Anglais"
Mountains on my desktop
Should be real and not a screensaver
Skydive with my teammates
Selfies in your mind
Airplane mode or die
Baby did you forget you were alive
Did you forget you were alive

Oi, Oi, whose that? What you doing? Who are you?

Shh please, please there are men chasing me

Then they can have you. Oi, Oi, he's in here

No no no no please
I ain't here to stealing anything
Or do anything to you
Look at me
Do I look like I want to do that?
When have you ever seen anyone in real life in this city do that to someone?
In fact when have you ever seen anyone like me in real life?

Hold on, hold on
What are those on your chest?
And why is your voice so up there?

It's called being a woman

Flipping hell you're a woman

Yea and I am about to leave this place
No more daily medication
No more routine
And no more feeling like a freak because of my dreams

You're a real life fucking woman
What do you mean dreams?
Fam Fam what you doing

Can you taste the freedom babe

Where you going woah woah
Hold on what's going on

It's illegal to be in an awakened state past sleeping induction

(What are you doing in my house)

Please assume prone position for emergency sleeping induction

feito

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