BrainRot - Southern Illinois

What a punk, you said
As I flicked my cigarette
What time is it?
I think I ought to go home
So we raced off
And you looked hot
Under the streetlights
In southern Illinois
And what a priss, I laughed
While I sped you back
To your parents' place
I hope your dad isn't awake
So we raced off
And you looked hot
Under the streetlights
In southern Illinois
And what a priss, I laughed
While I sped you back
To your parents' place
I hope your dad isn't awake
So we raced off
And you looked hot
Under the streetlights
In southern Illinois
One, two, three
What a punk, you said
As I flicked my cigarette
What time is it?
I think I ought to go home
So we raced off
And you looked hot
Under the streetlights
In southern Illinois
In southern Illinois
And what a priss, I laughed
While I sped you back
To your parents' place
I hope your dad isn't awake
So we raced off
And you looked hot
Under the streetlights
In southern Illinois
In southern Illinois
What a punk, you said
As I flicked my cigarette
What time is it?
I think I ought to go home

Written by:
Cameron Arnold

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