Lyric Context Universe
yeah it's welcomed
i kinda like it
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yeah it's welcomed
i kinda like it
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i kinda wanna find a pretty little thing
that's kinda like me
don't want no strings
i kinda wanna find a pretty little thing
that's kinda like me
don't want no strings
maybe i can find the words
if the tears don't get me first. it's kinda like fallin' from the sky
when you're up a mile high
maybe i can find the words
if the tears don't get me first. it's kinda like fallin' from the sky
when you're up a mile high
like a shot of golden brown to the vein
kinda like when a hundred fans scream your name
kinda like the lips of the face you want to bite
like a shot of golden brown to the vein
kinda like when a hundred fans scream your name
kinda like the lips of the face you want to bite
i'm back to the grit
kinda like breakfast
back on some shit
i'm back to the grit
kinda like breakfast
back on some shit
mixed with our chemicals
i kinda like
kinda like
mixed with our chemicals
i kinda like
kinda like
it's not a long way from the dance floor to the dark of the parking lot
it's kinda like love but it's not. kinda like love
so young and tender
it's not a long way from the dance floor to the dark of the parking lot
it's kinda like love but it's not. kinda like love
so young and tender