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Jazzi Bobbi
Jazzi Bobbi
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jazzi Bobbi
Jazzi Bobbi
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jazzi Bobbi
Jazzi Bobbi
Producer

Lyrics

My mind keeps racing
(ooh) I’ve missed this feeling
Don’t want to admit
That it may be a Crush
When it gets too much
And I can’t sleep
When I’m counting sheep
When the drop looks steep
Can’t misstep my feet
Can’t count these sheep
It’s not what I imagined
First time that it happened
In fact, I think it put me off
But now, I can’t get enough
When it gets too much
And I can’t sleep
When I’m counting sheep
When the drop looks steep
Can’t misstep my feet
Can’t fucking count these sheep
It was cute at first
(just a flirt, just fun)
We stayed awake that night
(just to strike, both won)
Little did I know that one
Would come to explode
I’ve dropped the gun
But now I can’t get enough
When it gets too much
And I can’t sleep
When I’m counting sheep
When the drop looks steep
Can’t misstep my feet
Can’t fucking count these sheep
It was cute at first
(just a flirt, just fun)
We stayed awake that night
(just to strike, both won)
Little did I know that one
Would come to explode
I’ve dropped the gun
But now I can’t get enough
Written by: Jazzi Bobbi
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