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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Vocals
Christianne Jensen
Christianne Jensen
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Drunk off your lips, life turns sideways
Drugs from your skin, high like skyscrapes
Where your soul goes, you will find me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Follow you there, I will blindly
[PreChorus]
I don't believe that you're from New York
You're from the sky, past our view of space
Don't bullshit me, tell me you're an angel
And this ain't gon' make no sense, no sense, but I'll say
[Chorus]
Your lips, they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the, ooh
Hit me with the, ooh
Praise God when you hit me with the, ooh
Praise God, praise God, go
Praise God when you hit me with the
[Chorus]
Your lips, they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the, ooh
Hit me with the, ooh
Praise God when you hit me with the, ooh
Praise God, praise God, go
Praise God when you hit me with the
[Verse 2]
Drunk off your kiss
Drunk off your kiss
Taste like absinthe
Taste like absinthe
King-size spaceship
King-size spaceship
Hips crash landed
Scream out my name
Scream out my name
Ring like sirens
Ring like sirens
Lights in your eyes
Lights in your eyes
Gladly blinded
[PreChorus]
I don't believe that you're from New York
You're from the sky, past our view of space
Don't bullshit me, tell me you're an angel
And this ain't gon' make no sense, no sense, but I'll say
[Chorus]
Your lips, they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the, ooh
Hit me with the, ooh
Praise God when you hit me with the, ooh
Praise God, praise God, go
Praise God when you hit me with the
[Chorus]
Your lips, they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the, ooh
Hit me with the, ooh
Praise God when you hit me with the, ooh
Praise God, praise God, go
Praise God when you hit me with the
[Chorus]
Your lips, they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the, ooh
Hit me with the, ooh
Praise God when you hit me with the, ooh
Praise God, praise God, go
Praise God when you hit me with the
Written by: Jonathan Bellion
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