Lyrics

I’m walking home, last night was fun
I can’t replace you
You call me up, what’s going on (what’s up baby)
Already miss you
Call me in a Crisis
Rainbow crocs or louboutins
It’s like we’re psychic
Champagne at the top
Cause all my friends are hot
Find us at the parking lot
or driving with the top down
Never queuing at the club
Make everyone stop
know what we got
We’re hot hot hot
When things go down, you lift me up
I’d never trade you
Rumours around, what’s mine is ours
(Fuck em) wish they were this cute
Find us at the parking lot
or driving with the top down
Never queuing at the club
Make everyone stop
know what we got
We’re hot hot hot
We be like hot hot hot
My friends so hot hot hot
We just like hot hot hot
My friends just
Written by: Maike Gönnemann, Oliver Melchers, Rebecca Callander
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