Written By: Mallorie
One, two, goes 'round everyday
Look at them, they're biting their tails now
Time waits for no one
And that's the way like is like though
High and low, everywhere
Everything becomes unfamiliar
Enveloping sense of beauty
Everything turns upside down
Go crazy all night
You'll be stepped on if you don't
Curse is in the red shoes
Busy walking, you can't stop
Lost my mind
I ain't cheatin' on this life
Where the hell are you goin' now
Chasin' up and down now
I'm so dizzy I'm so dizzy baby
I can't stop it
I'm confused but I'm lovin' your dancing
When you're feeling lost
And wonderin', this ain't the same, the vuja de
Wake up from hypnosis
Three, two, one, red sun
Ladies and gentlemen
Are you ready for the show?
Have to hold on tight
Scattering now everyday (Red sun)
It's heavy now with everything
What you did and what you don't?
Carrying it on your shoulder
We should move on now
Poured water in the dock
And now it's all flooded
I feel like I'm drownin' in a swamp
Greed grows in size, I can see it
Got it hooked, it ain't bull
All my time's held up with a mortgage
Workin' like a dog, feelin' like a zombie instead
See the fame and the money so you're running fast
I can't even tell if I'm alive or I'm the walking dead
Go crazy all night
Don't you chase, let them chase you
Oh yeah (It's the vuja de)
I know this treadmill won't stop at all babe
Lost and found
Lose as much as you hold
Everyday becomes empty (Get ready for the show)
Chasin' up and down now
I'm so dizzy I'm so dizzy baby
I can't stop it
I'm confused but I'm lovin' your dancing
When you're feeling lost
And wonderin', this ain't the same, the vuja de
Wake up from hypnosis
Three, two, one, red sun
(Give it to me)
Got me feelin' I'm the Truman Show, hey!
There ain't no winners in zero-sum game
One! (We bumpin' up)
Two! ( We bump it up)
Three! (We jumpin' up
Four! (No stoppin' us)
I gotta run and run more
Chasin' up and down now
I'm so dizzy I'm so dizzy baby
I can't stop it
I'm confused but I'm lovin' your dancing
When you're feeling lost
And wonderin', this ain't the same, the vuja de
Wake up from hypnosis
Three, two, one, red sun
Ladies and gentlemen
Do not lose your ego
Have to hold on tight
Every day disappears in a mirage (Red sun)
Even if I get lost
Without stoppin' on and on
Carrying it on your shoulder
We should move on now
Red sun
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