Saigon
Ey
Love my life yeah I've never had a death wish
Got to make that that cash oh just like betclic
(Just like betclic)
Yeah, be careful who you're going to bed with
(Ey ey ey)
I learnt the hard way, my life's embellished
I want it all man, shit is excessive yeah
I've got to chill bro, a bit of Netflix
(Ey ey ey)
You're in the back, yeah just like some adlibs
I'm in the front yeah just like a fat kid
(Wow wow wow)
We're getting close
Getting close
We're getting closer yeah I think we're getting close
Getting close, (We're getting close)
We're getting close (Getting close)
We're getting closer yeah I think we're getting close
(Get it)
I went to Saigon, rode on on a high horse
Yeah
My heart a cyclone, my head's a cyborg
Yeah
My heart a cyclone, my head's a cyborg
I went to Saigon, rode a high horse
(Ey ey ey)
Just a bit and I'm gone, left through the side door
I made it back home, the fuck I'm high for
Yeah
My dreams are life long, wrote on a white board
I'm in a tight zone, know what I fight for
(Ey ey ey)
It's getting hot, oh just like tabasco
To wake her up, throw stones on her back door
We're getting close
Getting close
We're getting closer yeah I think we're getting close
Getting close (We're getting close)
We're getting close (Getting close)
We're getting closer yeah I think we're getting close (Get it)
I went to Saigon, rode on on a high horse
Yeah
My heart a cyclone, my head's a cyborg
Love my life yeah I've never had a death wish
Got to make that that cash oh just like betclic
(Just like betclic)
Yeah, be careful who you're going to bed with
(Ey ey ey)
I learnt the hard way, my life's embellished
I want it all man, shit is excessive yeah
I've got to chill bro, a bit of Netflix
(Ey ey ey)
You're in the back, yeah just like some adlibs
I'm in the front yeah just like a fat kid
(Wow wow wow)
We're getting close
Getting close
We're getting closer yeah I think we're getting close
Getting close, (We're getting close)
We're getting close (Getting close)
We're getting closer yeah I think we're getting close
(Get it)
I went to Saigon, rode on on a high horse
Yeah
My heart a cyclone, my head's a cyborg
Yeah
My heart a cyclone, my head's a cyborg
I went to Saigon, rode a high horse
(Ey ey ey)
Just a bit and I'm gone, left through the side door
I made it back home, the fuck I'm high for
Yeah
My dreams are life long, wrote on a white board
I'm in a tight zone, know what I fight for
(Ey ey ey)
It's getting hot, oh just like tabasco
To wake her up, throw stones on her back door
We're getting close
Getting close
We're getting closer yeah I think we're getting close
Getting close (We're getting close)
We're getting close (Getting close)
We're getting closer yeah I think we're getting close (Get it)
I went to Saigon, rode on on a high horse
Yeah
My heart a cyclone, my head's a cyborg
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Writer(s): Joseph Grinda
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