Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SPF, artist - Magic City Hippies. Date of issue: 15.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
SPF |
| 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 throwin' |
| 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 actin' grown up |
| You keep me actin' grown up |
| You keep me actin' grown up |
| You keep me actin' |
| (Keep it cool) |
| You keep me actin' |
| You keep me actin' grown |
| But you got on clothes I can’t afford |
| But she hits that split right |
| I went six to midnight |
| And she hits that spliff 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 |
| That’s right it is Freaky Freestyle Friday |
| It’s how the FCA’s coming to you live |
| Next up to bat we got John the |
| 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 a 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 Lucious, it’s stupid |
| Proof is in the pudding, cuteness |
| She’s ruthless |
| Ice on her body, whole lot a 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 |