CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Syrup!

*...Rave girl*
*Always think about her
And when she says hi to me (Dead at 18)
B***erflies go right through me
And when I see her dancin'
Wanna take a chance in
Getting a little closer
And maybe get to know her (Y-y-y-y-you're now listening to CampVampz radio biiitch)
I know this pretty rave girl

Cut his head off like I'm Tanjiro
You're my final boss yeah, you're my foe
She my pretty rave girl, won't stop oh
You're the one that missed my syrup
(Haha, Swirl!)

Met this pretty rave girl
I wanna get to know her...
When I see hеr dancing...
I start to get demanding...

Met this prеtty rave girl
I wanna get to know her
When I pour up OC, syrup going through me
When I see her dancing
I start to get demanding
When I get to raving
Internet raving
Met this pretty rave girl
I wanna get to know her
When I pour up OC, syrup going through me
When I see her dancing
I start to get demanding
When I get to raving
Internet raving
Cut his head off like I'm Tanjiro (woah)
You're my final boss yeah, you're my foe
She's my pretty rave girl, won't stop woah (woah)
You're the one that missed my syrup

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whooaaaa-ooh-ohh-whoaaaa
She my pretty rave girl, nooo..
I ain't tryna date you whoaa
Baby, do you even know me?
I can't tell, I feel like your lying
Oh my god, my heart is crying, oh oh
My heart is crying
I-I-Inside
I am tryna get an eye
I don't what I'm gonna do, without you
I am tryna (you know?) when I love you
I-I-Inside
I am tryna get an eye
I don't what I'm gonna do, without you
I am tryna (you know?) when I love you

Rave girl
Always think about her
And when she says hi to me
B***erflies go right through me
And when I see her dancin'
Wanna take a chance in
Getting a little closer
And maybe get to know her
I know this pretty rave girl
Watch me close your eyes like I'm gonna die
like a b***erfly
Wanna face me? I like to see you try
Come into my bedroom if you wanna die
Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies
Me and my heart, yeah we're gonna die
Would just give space?, [hanging right beside my waist?]
(Die, die, we're going up the sky)
Judge me for all day long
It's not a phase no, it's not a phase hoe
out
again with the f**king lights out

(De-De-Dead at 18)