M E R O S, Twin Pumpkin - Euphoria

Put on your game face, yeah
Put on your game face, yeah
Put on your game face, yeah
Do you feel it? Do you feel it?
Pick you up, we ridin'
A streetcar named desire
Tease me in the front seat
I'll be your number one liar
Your number one lie
Send me back to my place
It's where I feel entire
Collapse me into your fittings
I'll teach you once, one and only all lonely
Chasing is vain
Is my favorite game
Floating high once again
Hitting euphoria
I just wanna live inside of you
It feels like I'll never forget so I'll show you the cue
I just wanna live inside of you
It seems like I'm not going back, better stuck in the truth
A small piece of bliss sells your soul that's left all emerged in the painless aimless Destination
Dropped anchors lift to gain viability, slow-motion kisses, slow motion
Pedestal walking, false romance soaked in the lust flavored mist delivers the poison that Lies in the hiss
The end of night breathes the fumes on our lungs, molly on our tongues, 40's in our Blood, our blood in this song, my blood in this song, your blood in this song
Our blood in this song
Chasing is vain
Hitting euphoria
I just wanna live inside of you
It feels like I'll never forget so I'll show you the cue
I just wanna live inside of you
It seems like I'm not going back, better stuck in the truth
Put on your game face, yeah
Put on your game face, yeah
Put on your game face, yeah
Do you feel it? Do you feel it?
Put on your game face, yeah
Put on your game face, yeah
Dosed in your war paint
The more I dream the less I feel
I just wanna live inside of you
It feels like I'll never forget so I'll show you the cue
I just wanna live inside of you
It seems like I'm not going back, better stuck in the truth
I just wanna live inside of you
It feels like I'll never forget so I'll show you the cue
I just wanna live inside of you
It seems like I'm not going back, better stuck in the truth
(I Just wanna live inside of you)
A small piece of bliss sells your soul that's left all emerged in the painless aimless Destination
Dropped anchors lift to gain viability, slow-motion kisses, slow motion
Pedestal walking, false romance soaked in the lust flavored mist delivers the poison that Lies in the hiss
The end of night breathes the fumes on our lungs, molly on our tongues, 40's in our Blood, our blood in this song, my blood in this song, your blood in this song
Our blood in this song

Written by:
Helder Filipov, Izzy Castro

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid

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