Lyrics
Okay, I could live without it
Were you ever my age? No, I doubt it
A Native American feather
Degenerates look better in leather
Blow, blow, blow it up
Blow, blow, blow it up
Blow, blow, blow it up
Blow it up, blow it up, blow it up
Trippin' out is fun on the weekend
But you don't feel as young with a girlfriend
I'm bored of tryna deal with your ego
Play it like that and it will though
Blow, blow, blow it up
Blow, blow, blow it up
Blow, blow, blow it up
Blow it up, blow it up, uh-huh
Blow, blow, blow it up
Blow, blow, blow it up
Blow, blow, blow it up
Blow it up, blow it up, blow it up
Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Arni Hjorvar Arnason, Freddie Clayton Cowan, Justin James Hayward-Young, Peter Gareth Christopher Robertson
Were you ever my age? No, I doubt it
A Native American feather
Degenerates look better in leather
Blow, blow, blow it up
Blow, blow, blow it up
Blow, blow, blow it up
Blow it up, blow it up, blow it up
Trippin' out is fun on the weekend
But you don't feel as young with a girlfriend
I'm bored of tryna deal with your ego
Play it like that and it will though
Blow, blow, blow it up
Blow, blow, blow it up
Blow, blow, blow it up
Blow it up, blow it up, uh-huh
Blow, blow, blow it up
Blow, blow, blow it up
Blow, blow, blow it up
Blow it up, blow it up, blow it up
Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Arni Hjorvar Arnason, Freddie Clayton Cowan, Justin James Hayward-Young, Peter Gareth Christopher Robertson
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