Talk - Daya: текст песни id 31136989
I’m not the plain and simple, I’m in another lane
I’m rocking Shirley Temple, the cherry on the cake
Just a throwback kid from the nineties
I start my ABC’s with the YZ
I paint with different colors and never in the lines
There isn’t any other, I am the prototype
Tick-tock, waste time with your rumors
But, I’m so ice cold, good humor
They say, «I'm outta my mind standin' on the outside»
But, it’s cooler, it’s fresher
I like it here… (Hey!)
They’re all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give 'em something
Might as well give 'em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give 'em something
Might as well give 'em something to talk about
Give 'em somthin', a little somethin' (ah)
A little somethin' to talk about
Give 'em somethin', a little somethin' (ah)
A little somethin' to talk about
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