Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fried for the Night , by - TOKiMONSTA. Release date: 19.03.2020
Song language: English
Fried for the Night |
| Superpowers, April showers, fuck me 'til I can’t come down |
| Move it slower, ride it faster, goin' through some real shit now |
| Cotton candy in my cup, sour patches, pucker up |
| Can I trust you? |
| Can I tell you something that you won’t let out? |
| Uh-uh |
| Fried for the night, yeah |
| No slowin' down, yeah |
| Fried for the night, yeah |
| No slowin' down |
| Lookin' for love in all of these drugs (Pipe down) |
| For some release in all of this weed, yo |
| Ooh, it’s tragic, boo-boo, it’s tragic |
| Turn me to a savage, I’ma split your cabbage |
| Sippin' Henny from a chalice, from the West-West shawty |
| I’m the best yet, shawty, I don’t flex-flex shawty |
| Lookin' for love in all of these drugs |
| Maybe the greatest there’ll ever be, yeah |
| Dynamite, okay, alright |
| On the count of three, run back to me |
| Yeah, I got trophies, got no idea |
| Yeah, I got paper, nowhere to be |
| All in all, nothing’s what it seems (Ooh yeah, ooh yeah) |
| Love is lost, catch me in your dreams (Peek a boo, peek a boo, peek a boo) |
| Heart chakra, hair down to her crotch, crotch, yeah |
| Pull it back and she paint it green (Yeah) |
| Superpowers, April showers, fuck me 'til I can’t come down |
| Move it slower, ride it faster, goin' through some real shit now |
| Cotton candy in my cup, sour patches, pucker up |
| Can I trust you? |
| Can I tell you something that you won’t let out? |
| I go through shit, don’t die |
| Hakuna matata, runnin' straight through the night |
| Been telling theses mamas, in and outta here, bye now |
| Prolly gonna stay next time |
| Don’t make no promises, least I’m honest |
| I know I’m always gon' change my mind |
| I know 2020 come with hindsight |
| I know the blind keep leadin' the blind |
| Like, what we gon' do? |
| Shit, what we gon' do? |
| Then what we gon' do? |
| Y’all livin' on loop |
| I’m livin' on shuffle, in the 942 |
| Smoke, fuck, pray, hustle, that’s all that I do |
| I see signs in the sky all the time, I just follow my cue |
| Better than what I’ve been through |
| Never not livin' my truth |
| Time and space, sideways figure eight (Mmm-mmm) |
| Just another day of rushin' just to wait (Mmm-mmm) |
| Made with faith, maybe fate’ll trade (Mmm-mmm) |
| Who’s to say? |
| Won’t know 'til too late |
| Lookin' for love in all of these drugs (Pipe down) |
| For some release in all of this weed, yo |
| Ooh, it’s tragic, boo-boo it’s tragic |
| Turn me to a savage, I’ma split your cabbage |
| Sippin' Henny from a chalice, from a West-West shawty |
| I’m the best yet shawty, I don’t flex-flex shawty |
| Lookin' for love in all of these drugs |
| Maybe the greatest there’ll ever be, yeah |
| Dynamite, okay, alright |
| On the count of three, run back to me |
| Yeah, I got trophies, got no idea |
| Yeah, I got paper, nowhere to be |
| All in all, nothing’s what it seems (Ooh yeah, ooh yeah) |
| Love is lost, catch me in your dream (Peek a boo, peek a boo, peek a boo) |
| Heart chakra, hair down to her crotch, yeah |
| Pull it back and she paint it green, yeah |
| Fried for the night, yeah |
| No slowin' down, yeah |
| Fried for the night, yeah |
| No slowin' down |