Music: Lulu Prost/Angel Prost
Fox bop, high score, I just hit the high score
Sand lot, brain rot, I just hit a trick shot
Fox bop, high score, I just hit the high score
Sand lot, brain rot, I just hit a trick shot
Let's hop a car off of the moon and crash it into Mount Rainier
Let's break into a house and swing on all the chandeliers
I'm one of a kind, yeah, I don't need an excuse
I never ****in' win and I don't care if I lose
Fox bop, high score, I just hit the high score
Sand lot, brain rot, I just hit a trick shot
Fox bop, high score, I just hit the high score
Sand lot, brain rot, I just hit a trick shot
You won't have a chance to **** me up
You won't have a chance to **** me up
'Cause I never felt you in my life, so **** you for the lies
It's hard to talk to two faces at the same ****in' time
Everything is worthless, everybody around me's so merciless
I kill all my thoughts until they start makin' sense
Fox bop, high score, I just hit the high score
Sand lot, brain rot, I just hit a trick shot
Fox bop, high score, I just hit the high score
Sand lot, brain rot, I just hit a trick shot
I just hit a trick shot— I just hit a trick shot—
I just hit a trick shot— I just hit a trick shot—
I just hit a trick shot— I just hit a—
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