Omar Apollo - High Hopes Lyrics
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High Hopes
High Hopes Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For High Hopes By Omar Apollo?
High hopes
High hopes High hopes High hopes A little messed up, do you feel it? A little bit of this and a little bit of that She wanna know which way I'm leanin' (I'm leanin') Am I really made of this, am I really made of that? And is it so bad if you need me? Just a little bit, whoa, don't get rid of me Ayy, but love is so blind when you feel it (so blind) Can't defeat it, hope you feelin' good High hopes High hopes High hopes High hopes I'ma talk like I don't really mean it Bless me, St. John's, I'ma act like I don't really need it But you see these funds, ayy, they gon' cheer me up, ayy Brand new whip, sound like Cheerios, ayy, yeah, ayy Wake me up, Rey Mysterio, ayy, yeah, ayy Wipe my eyes, can't see clearly, though I been on the block, boy move soft like some cereal, ayy, yeah High hopes with you, man, I wanna see you again High hopes with you, man, I wanna see you again Yeah, yeah I don't think you good at keepin' secrets All the bags on the floor make you heated Blind my eyes, boy too bright, got them sequins And I hope you comin' back to cop that free shit Let her cop that free shit That's elite shit High hopes High hopes |
Who Wrote High Hopes By Omar Apollo?
George Kusunoki Miller, Omar Velasco, Daniel Tenenbaum, Tyler Mehlenbacher, Daniel Wilson
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What's The Duration Of The High Hopes By Omar Apollo?The duration of High Hopes is 3:02 minutes and seconds. |
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