Lyrics

I want the money, I don't care about this In the night, there's no faces Smirnoff Ice in the park, your lips (yeah, yeah) I walk around in the Matrix Stockholm Syndrome, they fell in love with the kid Locked away, keep the safe, yeah I've seen so many souls lost in the wind I stopped seeing hatred Drop top, cop car, bitch, I fuck a cop car Lockjaw, locked jaw, wanna be some rock stars Hotbox, hotbox, you know this is not hard Summertime, see the sign, walk with you and watch dogs Pit bulls, big dogs, runnin' through the asphalt Runnin' 'round the beach and I feel like David Hasselhoff Nice dreams, nice creams, bitch, I got some nice dreams In the summertime, man, these girls meltin' like ice cream (yeah) I want the money, I don't care about this In the night, there's no faces Smirnoff Ice in the park, your lips I walk around in the Matrix Stockholm Syndrome, they fell in love with the kid Locked away, keep the safe, yeah I've seen so many souls lost in the wind I stopped seeing hatred
Writer(s): Jonatan Leandoer Hastad, Jean Christophe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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