Boo Riley

Are you lying low?
Gacked out, sick from the city?

All your little dreams dead in the gutter somewhere
You need a friend, a sister who will sit down and listen

Hey, call out our name, brother
We will be there
I swear

Boo Riley take you
Weirder than you been before
Boo Riley gon' get that ass back onto the dance floor

Are you blowing blues?
Cracked out, nothing is pretty?

All your shitty schemes, but still you're no extraordinaire
Well get back on the mend, with some melody, girl, you gon' glisten

Hey, shine bright, sound tight, money right
It's in the air
We care

Boo Riley make you
Weirder than you been before
Boo Riley gon' get that ass back onto the dance floor

Boo Riley awake you to something even mommy adore

So lace up your feet to the bone marrow beat
With this song on repeat take your move to the street
Your supersonical suite
Auralfonical fleet
For the war

Don't believe the propaganda
You are where you right should be
Mission is the journey
In the cold war where the past kill present time
Where you right should be
Mission is the journey
If you hustle hard you'll win it
But, Boo, you on civilian time

And you're higher than you been before
Boo Riley, get back
Are you lying low?
Sick from the city?
Are you lying low?
Nothing is pretty?
Sick from the city?



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Lesch
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