Petite League - Little Fourth of July Text

Songtext zu Little Fourth of July

I call you Little Fourth of July
A broken cloudy day still lights up the sky
I bled out of the tiger's mouth
When I was 17, when I was 17

I love you like a wasp loves honey
Sell my soul for some of that Young Money
I love you like an upstate winter
Makes my word go from sweet to bitter

I've seen the world spin
I've seen the suburban sin
I wrote about growing pains through a Sparkling youth

When I was 17, when I was 17

I love you like a wasp loves honey
Sell my soul for some of that Young Money
I love you like an upstate winter
Makes my word go from sweet to bitter

Petite League - Little Fourth of July Songtext

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