Hula Hoops
Every night it feels like summer or something
What's a bad intention really
When we know where all the good ones went
I'm alone on a rooftop
But there is a feeling that's coming
So I locked the door behind it twice
To be just me myself and I
I watch them spin
Like hula hoops round big buildings
I am baked but I'm rear
I throw them some ropes so they could climb in
But I'm fucked up get out of here
She is the only one
That could bring me a bag of oranges
When I am feeling sick
So I can fix up my drink
She just happened to know everything
All of my white shirts and
All of my broken teeth
But I never stopped doing it
So I broke all of my promises
I watch them spin
Like hula hoops around big buildings
I am baked but I'm rear
I throw them some ropes so they could climb in
But I'm fucked up get out of here
Every time you poured me a vodka soda
Why didn't you look over you own shoulder
I was standing right there
Holding on to
Bubble wraps and ziplock bags and other laughs
To make sure you had more of me and none of that
I watch them spin
Like hula hoops around big buildings
I am baked but I'm rear
I throw them some ropes so they could climb in
But I'm fucked up get out of here
What's a bad intention really
When we know where all the good ones went
I'm alone on a rooftop
But there is a feeling that's coming
So I locked the door behind it twice
To be just me myself and I
I watch them spin
Like hula hoops round big buildings
I am baked but I'm rear
I throw them some ropes so they could climb in
But I'm fucked up get out of here
She is the only one
That could bring me a bag of oranges
When I am feeling sick
So I can fix up my drink
She just happened to know everything
All of my white shirts and
All of my broken teeth
But I never stopped doing it
So I broke all of my promises
I watch them spin
Like hula hoops around big buildings
I am baked but I'm rear
I throw them some ropes so they could climb in
But I'm fucked up get out of here
Every time you poured me a vodka soda
Why didn't you look over you own shoulder
I was standing right there
Holding on to
Bubble wraps and ziplock bags and other laughs
To make sure you had more of me and none of that
I watch them spin
Like hula hoops around big buildings
I am baked but I'm rear
I throw them some ropes so they could climb in
But I'm fucked up get out of here
Credits
Writer(s): Elena Todorova, Iva Todorova
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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