Coleman Moore - Florida-bound Lyrics

You would never put me on the air
Was I ever gonna be your type?
King Tubby got your body humming
Now I spin 45's
And do you want me? Cause I need you
And what's the timeline as far as
Saying hello goes?
It's too slow, but I'll be alright
Might f*ck around and marry someone
If I won't be your queen
You will be my princess meme
I'll be on your team
I'm on your team till the end of time the death of me
I woke up Florida-bound (It's a trap!)
In the morning now (this too fast!)
I'm leaving in the morning now...
Hey future brand partner I do devote this me to thee
Throw the garter out and see who gets their legacy
Finger-painted on the inside of the washing machine
But I'm a bit more keen on a cane
Yeah a hook around my neck
I'll take the check
Check me into your Florida residence
I got a request, where is my hygge?
You would never put me on the air
Was I ever gonna be your type?
Broke the record for the engine running
But still you look to me for a sign
Where will you go now if I leave you?
And what's a no-show
When I'm saying bye-bye
That's why I don't mind
Holler at me a million more times
And I won't be your queen
You will be my princess meme
I'll be on your team
I'm on your team till the end of time the death of me