FOMO - This High paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson This High - FOMO



Lean smoking I'm lost in your face
Imagine sex celebration sex
I'm all in for losing myself can't relax
Tie me up I'm a climb a climax
Listing my sins on your ass no regrets
Fuzzy facts, blurry past, I'm a mess you're a mess (we're a mess) living fast, pressing gas, take a chance, take a Dance, take a glance
In the lens
Leaving only fast
This high takes me
So right flyin
Throwing, tasting the mother fucking floor
I want to feel the end is coming knocking in my door
Walking on the edge I feel alive as fuck and more
More drinks, more kisses, I want to take it all
More feasts, more secrets, what ever makes me crawl
What fits, what makes me look the hottest in the hall
Faster minds I look around I see them all
Take me high enough so I could never fucking fall
This high takes me
So right flyin
What if I'll tell that I have the prettiest smile in this party and I will give it to you
And take you out, out to the night
Away from every little thing that you hate about yourself, drown every little thought
In a long, long laugh
Throwing, tasting the mother fucking floor
Throwing, tasting the mother fucking floor
Throwing, tasting the mother fucking floor
Throwing, tasting the mother fucking floor
Throwing, tasting the mother fucking floor
Throwing, tasting the mother fucking floor
I want to feel the end is coming knocking in my door
Walking on the edge I feel alive as fuck and more
More drinks, more kisses, I want to take it all
More feasts, more secrets, what ever makes me crawl
What fits, what makes me look the hottest in the hall
Faster minds I look around I see them all
Take me high enough so I could never fucking fall



Writer(s): Shahar Shiry


FOMO - This High
Album This High
date de sortie
10-09-2019




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