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Skype Me Video (MV)




Performed By: Frost Children
Language: English
Length: 3:09
Written by: David Prost, Luke Prost




Frost Children - Skype Me Lyrics




I just slept for six days
Hide me from the light
Feeling like a nest egg, call me when your day ends
Didn't do a thing today, I guarantee I'll still be late

My life lights up when you Skype me
I don't answer too quick cuz it's frightening

Have good chat online
Sleep real tight tonight
All my friends call me on Skype
Imma sift right through this life

On the bed, on the couch
I can call you anywhere
Everytime I get a FaceTime I think it isn't fair
Now I'm staring at a screen thinking what the f*ck to wear
Man i swear this shit is broken yeah I'm pulling out my hair

Pulling all my hair I swear I'm not that emo
Never played a sport, never made the free throw
Never hold me back cuz I'll fly like Spearow
Chopping up some shit like my name is Jiro

Hang up, go our separate ways
Talk shit on myself for days
I just slept for six days

Boom, boom, boom, boom
Don't want you in my Zoom
We'll spend the night together
And make out in my room
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I just slept for six days
Hide me from the light
Feeling like a nest egg, call me when your day ends
Didn't do a thing today, I guarantee I'll still be late

My life lights up when you Skype me
I don't answer too quick cuz it's frightening

Have good chat online
Sleep real tight tonight
All my friends call me on Skype
Imma sift right through this life

On the bed, on the couch
I can call you anywhere
Everytime I get a FaceTime I think it isn't fair
Now I'm staring at a screen thinking what the f*ck to wear
Man i swear this shit is broken yeah I'm pulling out my hair

Pulling all my hair I swear I'm not that emo
Never played a sport, never made the free throw
Never hold me back cuz I'll fly like Spearow
Chopping up some shit like my name is Jiro

Hang up, go our separate ways
Talk shit on myself for days
I just slept for six days

Boom, boom, boom, boom
Don't want you in my Zoom
We'll spend the night together
And make out in my room
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Writer: David Prost, Luke Prost
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC


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