The "BEETLE(s)"

SLACK

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Yea I'm a size 6
Yea I'm a

And we are
Running out
And we are
Rocking out
And we are
Burning out

I got the feeling
You're evading the question
Come on Come on
Come on Come on
Nowhere
I got nowhere to be
Gimme something
I gotta believe
Running out
The stakes are high
Play your cards right
Nothing goes wrong
If you don't mind
Highway,
Headlight,
Nothing goes wrong
If you don't mind
Now you have to chose
Yea you don't have to lose
Come on Come on
Honey you're ghost now
Now you have to chose
Yea you don't have to lose
Come on Come on
Honey you're ghost now

If I had to choose
I wouldn't walk in your shoes
What they got on jimmy choo's
I've had enough of it
But if I had to prove
I'm way worst off than you
I would lace 'em up
Now the shoes do fit
I know sometimes it's hard
To believe the truth
Not a challenge
It will come through 2 you
I would lace 'em up

Running out
Rocking out
Now the shoes do fit

Tell me what you want
"What I really really want?"
Just leave me the hell alone
I know you can't take the heat
Fit
Cut it with the Glock talk
You are not that guy
Brodie, I'm not your friend
I'm just a very friendly guy
Fit
Two faced Gemini
This what the time we on
I don't want the biggest slice
If I can't have the whole pie
What can I do for you, yea
Thank you come again
What you want from me?
Please, make me understand

Working off of sums of cents
Time will tell a different end
Two faced Gemini
Not at all you are the man
Screw a highroad
Only road is my way
That's too much to understand
Baby I don't really care

If I had to choose
I wouldn't walk in your shoes
What they got on jimmy choo's
I've had enough of it
But if I had to prove
I'm way worst off than you
I would lace 'em up
Now the shoes do fit
I know sometimes it's hard
To believe the truth
Not a challenge
It will come through 2 you
But if I had to prove it

Running out
And we are
Rockin out
Now the shoes do fit

Don't you throw a fit



Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Fernandes
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