(Euphoria)
(yea, yea)
(highschool love)
(yea, yea)
[x3]
Yea I swear you're so cold, make it feel like the winter
Highschool love, making out by the bleachers (mwah)
Done with that bitch, swear I don't need her
Dropped a pill in my soda, forgot all of her features
My vision's getting blurry, and i'm going downhill
Yea i'm going through withdrawals, and i'm feeling so ill
Think im craving your touch, 'cause it feels surreal
Want you for the wrong reasons, it beats the appeal
(Yea, yea)
(I know i'm not ideal)
Baby lets get real
Tell me what's the deal
'Causе my brodie keep a stick
If they run up they gеt killed
Spray that boy with lead, leave his back (filled)
I'm the talk of the town
Leave these boys chills
I could take your fucking girl
But it woudn't make me thrilled
I got the big guns, got the big builds
Got a big Iron, we leave that boy grilled
(yea, yea)
(highschool love)
(yea, yea)
[x3]
Yea I swear you're so cold, make it feel like the winter
Highschool love, making out by the bleachers (mwah)
Done with that bitch, swear I don't need her
Dropped a pill in my soda, forgot all of her features
My vision's getting blurry, and i'm going downhill
Yea i'm going through withdrawals, and i'm feeling so ill
Think im craving your touch, 'cause it feels surreal
Want you for the wrong reasons, it beats the appeal
[applaud]