YUNGBLUD - Die For The Hype (Live In Atlanta)

Where the fuck am I Tell me did I just die? 'Cause I don't understand why I'm in a room I don't recognise I died at 5:45 Yeah it says so on a sign And my mother's crying out her eyes Or is the radio telling lies A juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner Don't let the devil take you out for dinner Juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner Don't let the devil take you out for dinner I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified like Jesus Christ I'm digging my own grave for the day I decorate with pink socks and gold chain Two fat stacks on my eyes I'm in a box I don't recognise Believe what they say And you'll be flying away On a cold coup at d-day Why that chicken sookie on your face A juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner Don't let the devil take you out for dinner Juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner Don't let the devil take you out for dinner I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified like Jesus Christ Yeah polly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly, polly Yeah polly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly, polly I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified like Jesus Christ