haven't seen you since the summerBut you feel just like

1: fall at my feet, keep me grounded as

youngDie gonna die youngWe're gonna die youngWe're gonna die

hear your heart beat to the beat of the

1: Dirt are my favourite ladiesPurr like a vintage

Flo Rida, spin my head right round, right roundWhen

say can you seeThe bombs bursting in airGet off

on my best face to impress youConcerned with things

upon a time, met the love of my lifeAnd

never know 'bout love, you'll never know 'bout loveYou'll never

been here beforeYeah, you've seen it allAnd I won't

door cracked, we don't need a keyWe get in

I could write a note to my younger selfHere's

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drumsOh,

a stereotypeHe’s got the baseball capAnd he’s buildin' the

day I'm grindin'I don't even get a weekendI been

you almost had me fooledTold me that I was

day, oh, one day we're all gonna dieBut not tonight

Bop has sold over 16 million albums to date, and

goin' down, I'm yellin' timberYou better move, you better