Lalala (Ilkan Gunuc Remix) - Y2K & bbno$

I miss you Everything you did wrong Would make it feel so right It was unfair I can't breathe Sleeps are just dreams of you You left behind your future Hope you were right I still leave room on the side of the bed when I sleep I still put twice the amount of grounds in my coffee I still see us in the mirror when I'm brushing my teeth We said forever now, it feels forever passe We are forever passe (We are forever passe) (We are forever passe) Gave you control You kept my friends too close I never felt this alone They took you in I hope that your bad habits won't break me And I can't imagine what we'd be If my bad habits didn't make me break up with you (Break up with you) I still leave room on the side of the bed when I sleep I still put twice the amount of grounds in my coffee I still see us in the mirror when I'm brushing my teeth We said forever now, it feels forever passe We are forever passe (We are forever passe) (We are forever passe) It's not me I think it's you I hate we were cliche I'm moving on from you

Yeah 有兩條牛仔褲 讓她特別糾結 問我哪條好看 我說全部帶走 不看吊牌 搞緊打包 let's go 最後一塊蛋糕 我們一人一口 都想讓我跳水 從頭摸到腿 丟了一件 LV 被他們都撕碎 舞台被我支配 幾十分鐘之內 See me like who? 當明星的滋味 VSOP, we feel so free Bbno$, we on the T-O-P 數字不斷上升像按計算器 靠賣保險沒幾個成功的案例 把 melody 刻進 CD 機 R'n'B all night, all day, all week 看我的兄弟夥們在泰國耍比基尼 我們都是行走的提款機 Wait, SOS I be MC, you go to the dance 不能喝打車回家 go to the bed I'm not rap star, I'm your dad Wait, SOS I be MC, you go to the dance 不能喝打車回家 go to the bed I'm not rap star, I'm your dad Runway fashion, I don't need a stylist First name baby, my last name Highness No breaks, gas in her plugs like sinus Funds up crazy, I'ma buy a little island PMS, SSMD, LFG, STFU, SMD I dressed the best, kiss yo' ex, she wants sex I'm like "Next!", SOS Ay, Caramba (big bag on the line) I don't fumble (she tryna wine and dine) I'm in trouble (check my hairline) Creatе a couple (blow like dynamite) The only cheese that ain't mine is queso Foreign girls, translated peso Hey chief, I'm in it like Halo Baby no Kimmel on TV cable Pay my bail like I'm Chris Chan Yes, this man, he's up to bat Pitch and putt, let's go relax Touching butts and drown in sacks Say my name, I'm so frisky Throw some dice, you know I'm risky Blow a bag, I get it back SOL, now you mad Wait, SOS I be MC, you go to the dance 不能喝打車回家 go to the bed I'm not rap star, I'm your dad Wait, SOS I be MC, you go to the dance 不能喝打車回家 go to the bed I'm not rap star, I'm your dad S-SOS S-SOS SOS S-SOS S-SOS S-SOS Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, bbno$ SOS