Bobby Baby

Stand up
Step up, you won't toughen up
So talk
Slip up, you won't, sing up, you won't

Stiff upper lip and you go
Riding round all the baskets are full
Frozen Tundra
Frozen Composure
Motor

Motor, motor taking over
Two-lane blacktop
Two-lane black-skip
Two-lane asphalt
Gun in heat

Two, and your older
Two birds are gone
BAM BAM Gunshot, there it was
BAM BAM, Drum talk
Ricochet
Ricochet Wrist
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby gets kissed
And the ricochet wrist
And Bobby, Bobby, Bobby gets kissed
And Bobby gets killed with a ricochet wrist
And a sound like this, it's the summer
Bobby gets kissed
And Bobby gets licked by the devil's lips
And it's the summer



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Howley, Ethan Kutik, Riley Jaskola
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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