Die for the Hype Songtext
von YUNGBLUD
Die for the Hype Songtext
La, la, la, la
La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La-la, la, la, la, la
La-la, la
Where the fuck am I?
Tell me did I just die?
′Cause I don't understand why
I′m in a room I don't recognise
I died at 5:45
Yeah, it says so on a sign
And my mother's crying out her eyes
Or is the radio telling lies
A juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
Don′t let the devil take you out for dinner
Juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
Don′t let the devil take you out for dinner
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified, like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified, like Jesus Christ
La, la, la, la
La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La-la, la, la, la, la
La-la, la
I'm digging my own grave for the day
I decorate with pink socks and gold chain (Woo)
Two fat stacks on my eyes (Eyes, eyes, eyes)
I′m in a box I don't recognise
Believe what they say (Say, say)
And you′ll be flying away (Way, way)
On a coke-covered D-day (Day, day)
While they're chucking sukki on your face
A juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
Don′t let the devil take you out for dinner
Juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified, like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified, like Jesus Christ
Yeah, Polly
I just wanna suck on your lolly
I just wanna suck on your lolly
I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly
Yeah, Polly
I just wanna suck on your lolly
I just wanna suck on your lolly
I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified, like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified, like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified, like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified, like Jesus Christ
La, la, la, la
La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la
That one, that one was so sick
La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La-la, la, la, la, la
La-la, la
Where the fuck am I?
Tell me did I just die?
′Cause I don't understand why
I′m in a room I don't recognise
I died at 5:45
Yeah, it says so on a sign
And my mother's crying out her eyes
Or is the radio telling lies
A juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
Don′t let the devil take you out for dinner
Juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
Don′t let the devil take you out for dinner
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified, like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified, like Jesus Christ
La, la, la, la
La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La-la, la, la, la, la
La-la, la
I'm digging my own grave for the day
I decorate with pink socks and gold chain (Woo)
Two fat stacks on my eyes (Eyes, eyes, eyes)
I′m in a box I don't recognise
Believe what they say (Say, say)
And you′ll be flying away (Way, way)
On a coke-covered D-day (Day, day)
While they're chucking sukki on your face
A juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
Don′t let the devil take you out for dinner
Juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified, like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified, like Jesus Christ
Yeah, Polly
I just wanna suck on your lolly
I just wanna suck on your lolly
I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly
Yeah, Polly
I just wanna suck on your lolly
I just wanna suck on your lolly
I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified, like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified, like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified, like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified, like Jesus Christ
La, la, la, la
La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la
That one, that one was so sick
Writer(s): David Anthony Katz, Dominic Harrison, Martin Terefe, Patrick Nissley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
