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Glitter Kid - Motorola Lyrics



Glitter Kid - Motorola Lyrics
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Moto moto moto rola
I found my old phone underneath my sofa
How are you?
Looking through the photos I found
I'm sorry that I had to go and leave our hometown
I lost you
Rolling rolling rolling Doja
Thinking of the feelings I never I told ya
I got you
Moto moto moto rola, rola
Maybe I could fin'lly come home
And roll up
I wonder if your chilling, I might go back home again
I blocked your ass so long ago and popped a couple xans
Don't know if you got someone, wonder if you got a man
But I found a couple photos of us kissing in Japan
F*cking in your prom dress, we was kids
I lost my mind but I found this
Throw out my iPhone and my new shit
I'm sorry I ain't ever answered that text
I wonder if I it'd be alright if I chkachkach
Call you
Wonder if it'd be alright if I chkachkach
Moto moto moto rola
I found my old phone underneath my sofa
How are you?
Looking through the photos I found
I'm sorry that I had to go and leave our hometown
I lost you
Rolling rolling rolling Doja
Thinking of the feelings I never I told ya
I got you
Moto moto moto rola, rola
Maybe I could fin'lly come home
And roll up
I hope somebody good found you, yeah
And I don't want mess that up
I hope he doesn't midnight move, yeah
I hope he bring the breakfast love
I hope the two of you are staying in
Sometimes
And I'd be just fine to stand aside
Honestly
But if you're still alone, think of me sometimes
I've grown up if you ever wanna
Talk to me
Moto moto moto rola
I found my old phone underneath my sofa
How are you?
Looking through the photos I found
I'm sorry that I had to go and leave our hometown
I lost you
Rolling rolling rolling Doja
Thinking of the feelings I never I told ya
I got you
Moto moto moto rola, rola
Maybe I could fin'lly come home
And roll up
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Moto moto moto rola
I found my old phone underneath my sofa
How are you?
Looking through the photos I found
I'm sorry that I had to go and leave our hometown
I lost you
Rolling rolling rolling Doja
Thinking of the feelings I never I told ya
I got you
Moto moto moto rola, rola
Maybe I could fin'lly come home
And roll up
I wonder if your chilling, I might go back home again
I blocked your ass so long ago and popped a couple xans
Don't know if you got someone, wonder if you got a man
But I found a couple photos of us kissing in Japan
F*cking in your prom dress, we was kids
I lost my mind but I found this
Throw out my iPhone and my new shit
I'm sorry I ain't ever answered that text
I wonder if I it'd be alright if I chkachkach
Call you
Wonder if it'd be alright if I chkachkach
Moto moto moto rola
I found my old phone underneath my sofa
How are you?
Looking through the photos I found
I'm sorry that I had to go and leave our hometown
I lost you
Rolling rolling rolling Doja
Thinking of the feelings I never I told ya
I got you
Moto moto moto rola, rola
Maybe I could fin'lly come home
And roll up
I hope somebody good found you, yeah
And I don't want mess that up
I hope he doesn't midnight move, yeah
I hope he bring the breakfast love
I hope the two of you are staying in
Sometimes
And I'd be just fine to stand aside
Honestly
But if you're still alone, think of me sometimes
I've grown up if you ever wanna
Talk to me
Moto moto moto rola
I found my old phone underneath my sofa
How are you?
Looking through the photos I found
I'm sorry that I had to go and leave our hometown
I lost you
Rolling rolling rolling Doja
Thinking of the feelings I never I told ya
I got you
Moto moto moto rola, rola
Maybe I could fin'lly come home
And roll up
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Writer: Brendan Smith, William Magnussen
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: Brendan Smith, William Magnussen

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