NEON DREAMBOAT by Triple One Lyrics
[Chorus: Lil Dijon]
I just can't love me
You don't have to be so lonely
Why do I feel fucking nauseous?
I think that you might be my type
I just can't love me
You are my holy
Shawty, I just can't deny it
I think that you might be my type
[Verse 1: Obi Ill Terrors]
Flame on out the window
Superman, he at bingo
Young Henny in a Supra, souped up
And it go ring-ding-ding-ding-ding (Oi)
Bam-ba-dam-bam-bam
If it don't make money, change the motherfuckin' song, aye
All you gronks need a wrist watch
But you still lame to get ripped off
Cowboy, yeah I'm Bebop
Couple words makes a bitch bop
I got laid off of Depop (Shh)
See my horns, I'm a demon
She a sign, she neon
I die, I'm too gone
[Pre-Chorus: Obi Ill Terrors, Lil Dijon]
Holy fucking shit, I fell in love with her
Yeah, I love her, she a [?]
We have beef, but it's good
Holy fucking shit, I think I fucked it up
Ring-ding-ding-ding-ding
Bam-ba-dam-bam-bam (I think that you might be my type)
[Chorus: Lil Dijon]
I just can't love me
You don't have to be so lonely
Why do I feel fucking nauseous?
I think that you might be my type
I just can't love me
You are my holy
Shawty, I just can't deny it
I think that you might be my type
[Verse 2: Marty Bugatti]
Seesaw (Seesaw), money rockin' like a seesaw
See salt, I get chips, yeah, they see salt
I cannot pretend that I got plans, yeah
I cannot pretend that I'm your friend, yeah
All I see is food by the 'Gram
I took flight like a young Peter Pan
Shawty got wet like a boat (Like a boat)
She call my name when I'm down her- (Woah)
[Pre-Chorus: Marty Bugatti]
Holy fucking shit, I fell in love with her
Yeah, I love her, she a [?]
We have beef, but it's good
Holy fucking shit, I think I fucked it up
Ring-ding-ding-ding-ding
Bam-ba-dam-bam-bam, aye
[Bridge: Lil Dijon]
I just can't love me
You don't have to be so lonely
Shawty, I just can't deny it
I think that you might be my type
[Chorus: Lil Dijon]
I just can't love me
You don't have to be so lonely
Why do I feel fucking nauseous
I think that you might be my type
I just can't love me
You are my holy
Shawty, I just can't deny it
I think that you might be my type
I just can't love me
You don't have to be so lonely
Why do I feel fucking nauseous?
I think that you might be my type
I just can't love me
You are my holy
Shawty, I just can't deny it
I think that you might be my type
[Verse 1: Obi Ill Terrors]
Flame on out the window
Superman, he at bingo
Young Henny in a Supra, souped up
And it go ring-ding-ding-ding-ding (Oi)
Bam-ba-dam-bam-bam
If it don't make money, change the motherfuckin' song, aye
All you gronks need a wrist watch
But you still lame to get ripped off
Cowboy, yeah I'm Bebop
Couple words makes a bitch bop
I got laid off of Depop (Shh)
See my horns, I'm a demon
She a sign, she neon
I die, I'm too gone
[Pre-Chorus: Obi Ill Terrors, Lil Dijon]
Holy fucking shit, I fell in love with her
Yeah, I love her, she a [?]
We have beef, but it's good
Holy fucking shit, I think I fucked it up
Ring-ding-ding-ding-ding
Bam-ba-dam-bam-bam (I think that you might be my type)
[Chorus: Lil Dijon]
I just can't love me
You don't have to be so lonely
Why do I feel fucking nauseous?
I think that you might be my type
I just can't love me
You are my holy
Shawty, I just can't deny it
I think that you might be my type
[Verse 2: Marty Bugatti]
Seesaw (Seesaw), money rockin' like a seesaw
See salt, I get chips, yeah, they see salt
I cannot pretend that I got plans, yeah
I cannot pretend that I'm your friend, yeah
All I see is food by the 'Gram
I took flight like a young Peter Pan
Shawty got wet like a boat (Like a boat)
She call my name when I'm down her- (Woah)
[Pre-Chorus: Marty Bugatti]
Holy fucking shit, I fell in love with her
Yeah, I love her, she a [?]
We have beef, but it's good
Holy fucking shit, I think I fucked it up
Ring-ding-ding-ding-ding
Bam-ba-dam-bam-bam, aye
[Bridge: Lil Dijon]
I just can't love me
You don't have to be so lonely
Shawty, I just can't deny it
I think that you might be my type
[Chorus: Lil Dijon]
I just can't love me
You don't have to be so lonely
Why do I feel fucking nauseous
I think that you might be my type
I just can't love me
You are my holy
Shawty, I just can't deny it
I think that you might be my type