Lyrics
I might be your
Magic summertime
This can’t wait
You just can’t wait
The baddest on your line
I might be chosen
Your fantasy, my life
Since everybody knows it
I’ll tell you what it’s like
I might be onto something phantomlike
Love to watch your soul pop out
and dance all night
You can count on me
to stand on mine
When you talk yeah
When you talk
You say it with a smile
I know you got questions
I know you got questions
Tell me are you listening
Are you really listening
Everybody
Everybody wanna chat
[They] Sit around
Sit around on they ass
Listening
Lost art, it’s sad
Lost in it
Get lost in art
Let’s get lost in art
Let’s get lost in art
Lost in it
Get lost in art
In art
In art