Die For The Hype

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La, la, la, la
 La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la
 La-la, la, la, la, la
 La-la, la
 Where the fuck am I?
 Tell me did I just die?
 'Cause I don't understand why
 I'm in a room I don't recognise
 I died at 5:45
 Yeah, it says so on a sign
 And my mother's crying out her eyes
 Or is the radio telling lies
 A juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
 Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
 Juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
 Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 La, la, la, la
 La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la
 La-la, la, la, la, la
 La-la, la
 I'm digging my own grave for the day
 I decorate with pink socks and gold chain (Woo)
 Two fat stacks on my eyes (Eyes, eyes, eyes)
 I'm in a box I don't recognise
 Believe what they say (Say, say)
 And you'll be flying away (Way, way)
 On a coke-covered D-day (Day, day)
 While they're chucking sukki on your face
 A juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
 Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
 Juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
 Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 Yeah, Polly
 I just wanna suck on your lolly
 I just wanna suck on your lolly
 I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly
 Yeah, Polly
 I just wanna suck on your lolly
 I just wanna suck on your lolly
 I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 La, la, la, la
 La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la
 That one, that one was so sick
 
 La, la, la, la
 La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la
 La-la, la, la, la, la
 La-la, la
 Where the fuck am I?
 Tell me did I just die?
 'Cause I don't understand why
 I'm in a room I don't recognise
 I died at 5:45
 Yeah, it says so on a sign
 And my mother's crying out her eyes
 Or is the radio telling lies
 A juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
 Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
 Juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
 Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 La, la, la, la
 La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la
 La-la, la, la, la, la
 La-la, la
 I'm digging my own grave for the day
 I decorate with pink socks and gold chain (Woo)
 Two fat stacks on my eyes (Eyes, eyes, eyes)
 I'm in a box I don't recognise
 Believe what they say (Say, say)
 And you'll be flying away (Way, way)
 On a coke-covered D-day (Day, day)
 While they're chucking sukki on your face
 A juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
 Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
 Juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
 Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 Yeah, Polly
 I just wanna suck on your lolly
 I just wanna suck on your lolly
 I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly
 Yeah, Polly
 I just wanna suck on your lolly
 I just wanna suck on your lolly
 I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 La, la, la, la
 La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la
 That one, that one was so sick
 
 La, la, la, la
 La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la
 La-la, la, la, la, la
 La-la, la
 Where the fuck am I?
 Tell me did I just die?
 'Cause I don't understand why
 I'm in a room I don't recognise
 I died at 5:45
 Yeah, it says so on a sign
 And my mother's crying out her eyes
 Or is the radio telling lies
 A juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
 Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
 Juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
 Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 La, la, la, la
 La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la
 La-la, la, la, la, la
 La-la, la
 I'm digging my own grave for the day
 I decorate with pink socks and gold chain (Woo)
 Two fat stacks on my eyes (Eyes, eyes, eyes)
 I'm in a box I don't recognise
 Believe what they say (Say, say)
 And you'll be flying away (Way, way)
 On a coke-covered D-day (Day, day)
 While they're chucking sukki on your face
 A juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
 Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
 Juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
 Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 Yeah, Polly
 I just wanna suck on your lolly
 I just wanna suck on your lolly
 I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly
 Yeah, Polly
 I just wanna suck on your lolly
 I just wanna suck on your lolly
 I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
 Crucified, like Jesus Christ
 La, la, la, la
 La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la
 That one, that one was so sick
 

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Duration
03:08
Tempo
100 BPM

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