Sriracha

[Verse 1: The Attire]
Left for dead in LA
Made me sweat like an infrared
Made me drown in my tears
Better watch when I catch my breath
Feel like Julius
With a knife in the back
Thought you'd keep my crown
But you know for a fact
Not a thing gonna keep me down

[Pre-Chorus: The Attire]
'Cause when you broke my heart I made it fashion
Since you left I'm someone else's fantasy
And being cool's not an overreaction
It's just something you never took away from me

[Chorus: The Attire & WOOSUNG]
I bring disco back to life
Wear all black on summer nights
I go downtown, don't think twice
Don't give a fuck if you don't like me
Old school in my whip
Got quicksand in my kiss
I like dancing with a twist
And my sriracha extra spicy

[Verse 2: WOOSUNG]
You can make all that noise
But it's me that still rocks your world
Billy Joel's on my ex
'Cause I got me an uptown girl
Call the cops in the club
Stealing hearts like a felony
When I'm down bouncing back
Is as easy as one-two-three (One-two-three)

[Pre-Chorus: The Attire]
'Cause when you broke my heart I made it fashion
Since you left I'm someone else's fantasy
And being cool's not an overreaction
It's just something you never took away from me

[Chorus: The Attire & WOOSUNG]
I bring disco back to life
Wear all black on summer nights
I go downtown, don't think twice
Don't give a fuck if you don't like me
Old school in my whip
Got quicksand in my kiss
I like dancing with a twist
And my sriracha extra spicy

[Post-Chorus: The Attire ]
Oo-a-oo-a-a-a
And my sriracha extra spicy
Oo-a-oo-a-a-a
And my sriracha extra spicy

[Bridge: The Attire]
Everybody say ayy, oh (Ayy, oh)
Do the slide and the gin and juice
Let's get down to business
Just pay attention
I'ma show you how to move
Everybody say ayy, oh (Ayy, oh)
Do the limbo down the beat
If you think you lost me
Turn around and watch me
Turn a homebody to a freak

[Chorus: The Attire & WOOSUNG]
I bring disco back to life (Yeah, yeah)
Wear all black on summer nights
I go downtown, don't think twice (Woah)
Don't give a fuck if you don't like me (Hey)
Old school in my whip
Got quicksand in my kiss
I like dancing with a twist (Hey)
And my sriracha extra spicy

[Post-Chorus: The Attire ]
Oo-a-oo-a-a-a
And my sriracha extra spicy
Oo-a-oo-a-a-a
And my sriracha extra spicy