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Christianne Jensen
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Jon Bellion
Vocals
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Jon Bellion
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Jon Bellion
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Lyrics
Drunk off your kiss
Life turns sideways
Drugs from your skin
High like skyscrapers
Where your soul goes
You will find me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Follow you there
I will blindly
I don't believe that you're from New York
You're from the sky, past our view of space
Don't bullshit me, tell me you're an angel
And this ain't gon' make no sense no sense but I'll say
Your lips, they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the, ooh
Hit me with the, ooh
Praise God when you hit me with the, ooh
Praise God, praise God, oh, praise God
When you hit me with the, ooh
Your lips they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the, ooh
Hit me with the, ooh
Praise God when you hit me with the, ooh
Praise God, praise God, oh, praise God
When you hit me with the, ooh
Drunk off your kiss
(Drunk off your kiss)
Tastes like absinthe
(Tastes like absinthe)
King size spaceship
(King size spaceship)
Hips crash landed
Scream out my name
(Scream out my name)
Ring like sirens
(Ring like sirens)
Lights in your eyes
(Lights in your eyes)
Gladly blinded
I don't believe that you're from New York
You're from the sky, past our view of space
Don't bullshit me, tell me you're an angel
And this ain't gon' make no sense no sense but I'll say
Your lips they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the, Ooh
Hit me with the, Ooh
Praise God when you hit me with the, Ooh
Praise God, praise God, oh, praise God
When you hit me with the, Ooh
Your lips they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the, Ooh
Hit me with the, Ooh
Praise God when you hit me with the, Ooh
Praise God, praise God, oh, praise God
When you hit me with the, Ooh
Your lips they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the, Ooh
Hit me with the, Ooh
Praise God when you hit me with the, Ooh
Praise God, praise God
Praise God when you hit me with the, Ooh
Writer(s): Jonathan David Bellion
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