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Magic City Hippies - SPF Lyrics
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This time I'll find my love between the grooves
Something to spin
In the afternoons
Spent the night in someone else's arms
So pour me another
May the Lord strengthen your arm
Hope this ain't another trust exercise that's broken
You're the only one I want, everybody knows it
Girl don't need no SPF with the shade I'm throwing
How you gonna love yourself when honesty don't show up?
Start acting like a grown up
Hopped in a cab
We were soaking wet
Spilled my drink
We're drinking to forget
Just popped an Addy
Am I sober yet?
My girl's so bad
She blows the bayonet all day
I can read your body like the rising of the ocean
When I think of you with him, it makes me wanna throw up
You're the queen and I'm the king, testing my devotion
I'm the kite and you're the string, you keep me acting grown up
You keep me acting grown up, oh oh
You keep me acting grown up, oh oh
You keep me acting
Keep cool
Keep, keep me acting
Keep, keep me acting grown, oh oh
But you've got on clothes I can't afford
But she hits that spliff right
I went six to midnight
When she hits that split right
Girl don't need no SPF
Girl don't need no SPF
Girl don't need no SPF
Girl don't need no SPF
Oh that's right it is Freaky Freestyle Friday
(Freestyle Friday)
It's WMCH coming to you live
Next up to bat, we've got
(Gumby Jones)
Consider this as I twist up
The blunt guts out the window
Chin up swipe left on tinder
When I'm rolling out to dinner
Sick of this Richie Rich
Mama bought your licorice
Papa caught a fever pitch
He's a bigger fish
Scissor kick my benefits
He'll never hear the end of it
Spending shit
Truth is
Call me Lex Lucius, it's stupid
Proof is in the pudding, cuteness
She's ruthless
Ice on her body
Whole lotta naughty
Pour it in a paper cup and walk to the party
Strings? No attachments
Just striking matches
Come kiss the cactus with the bad kids
(Oh, exterminated)
Better luck next time
Gumby Jones
You're gonna have to do better than that
Freaky Freestyle Friday, WMCH
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This time I'll find my love between the grooves
Something to spin
In the afternoons
Spent the night in someone else's arms
So pour me another
May the Lord strengthen your arm
Hope this ain't another trust exercise that's broken
You're the only one I want, everybody knows it
Girl don't need no SPF with the shade I'm throwing
How you gonna love yourself when honesty don't show up?
Start acting like a grown up
Hopped in a cab
We were soaking wet
Spilled my drink
We're drinking to forget
Just popped an Addy
Am I sober yet?
My girl's so bad
She blows the bayonet all day
I can read your body like the rising of the ocean
When I think of you with him, it makes me wanna throw up
You're the queen and I'm the king, testing my devotion
I'm the kite and you're the string, you keep me acting grown up
You keep me acting grown up, oh oh
You keep me acting grown up, oh oh
You keep me acting
Keep cool
Keep, keep me acting
Keep, keep me acting grown, oh oh
But you've got on clothes I can't afford
But she hits that spliff right
I went six to midnight
When she hits that split right
Girl don't need no SPF
Girl don't need no SPF
Girl don't need no SPF
Girl don't need no SPF
Oh that's right it is Freaky Freestyle Friday
(Freestyle Friday)
It's WMCH coming to you live
Next up to bat, we've got
(Gumby Jones)
Consider this as I twist up
The blunt guts out the window
Chin up swipe left on tinder
When I'm rolling out to dinner
Sick of this Richie Rich
Mama bought your licorice
Papa caught a fever pitch
He's a bigger fish
Scissor kick my benefits
He'll never hear the end of it
Spending shit
Truth is
Call me Lex Lucius, it's stupid
Proof is in the pudding, cuteness
She's ruthless
Ice on her body
Whole lotta naughty
Pour it in a paper cup and walk to the party
Strings? No attachments
Just striking matches
Come kiss the cactus with the bad kids
(Oh, exterminated)
Better luck next time
Gumby Jones
You're gonna have to do better than that
Freaky Freestyle Friday, WMCH
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Writer: JOHN COUGHLIN, PATRICK SCOTT HOWARD, ROBERT JOSEPH HUNTER
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