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TURBOMAN
by team jacob
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Yeah
When I'm smoking dope I feel like Turboman
I won't run to her she want to know my plans
Cuddled up with you I know we don't belong
I can't be Sean Paul won't say let's get it on
Yeah, at least I know who I am
I wrote two songs while you checked Instagram
Broke my PS4 I need a gamer girl
She told me she's a freak I had to roll my eyes
Sometimes loneliness tastes worse than alcohol
Spend your check on wine, I'm stoned on Christmas Eve
Yeah, at least I know who I am
I wrote ten songs while you cried about your man
Yeah yeah
Swear she'll do me like Phil Hartman
Whoa
Yeah yeah yeah
Swear she'll do me like
Swear she'll do me like
When I was seventeen thought this was suffering
Fuck a mistletoe just kiss yourself goodnight
I can see my bones so now we get along
Bug out with a girl we'll push our friends aside
When I'm in my way it's pain in stereo
Cringing at the thought of letting you inside
When it's Christmas Eve I think of all that trauma
Frost on the front steps won't let you inside
Yeah
When I'm smoking dope I feel like Turboman
I won't run to her she want to know my plans
Cuddled up with you I know we don't belong
I can't be Sean Paul won't say let's get it on
Yeah, at least I know who I am
I wrote two songs while you checked Instagram
Broke my PS4 I need a gamer girl
She told me she's a freak I had to roll my eyes
Sometimes loneliness tastes worse than alcohol
Spend your check on wine, I'm stoned on Christmas Eve
Yeah, at least I know who I am
I wrote ten songs while you cried about your man
Yeah yeah
Swear she'll do me like Phil Hartman
Whoa
Yeah yeah yeah
Swear she'll do me like
Swear she'll do me like
When I was seventeen thought this was suffering
Fuck a mistletoe just kiss yourself goodnight
I can see my bones so now we get along
Bug out with a girl we'll push our friends aside
When I'm in my way it's pain in stereo
Cringing at the thought of letting you inside
When it's Christmas Eve I think of all that trauma
Frost on the front steps won't let you inside
