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Rising Pop Stars
01. Becky's So Hot
02. Fantasy
03. Kissing Strangers
04. Too Well
05. Josslyn
06. T-Shirt
07. Nothing Matters
08. Your Bones
09. Dat Hadden Wij Moeten Zijn
10. I know it won't work
11. Not Strong Enough
12. Angel Baby
13. Feather
14. Scarlett
15. Afraid of the Dark
16. UNDERSTAND - Sped Up
17. Gangsta Boo
18. Dover Beach
19. Giving Me
20. on & on
21. Don't Give Up
22. Out of My League
23. 20s
24. If He Wanted to He Would
25. don't miss me
26. Dial Drunk
27. Rockstar
28. Dive
29. I Wrote a Song
30. Be More
31. Family Line
32. dry kitchen
33. Casual
34. What It Is (Block Boy)
35. Pretty Boys
36. Part of Me
37. Siren
38. That's What I Get
39. Disturbing U
40. Green Honda
41. Soldier
42. JUMP!
43. Teenage Dream
44. Every Heart but Mine
My friends call me a loser
'Cause I'm still hanging around
I've heard so many rumors
That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch
I thought you thought of me better
Someone you couldn't lose
You said, "We're not together"
So now when we kiss, I have anger issues
You said, "Baby, no attachment"
But we're
Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out
Is it casual now?
Two weeks and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach
Is it casual now?
I know what you tell your friends
It's casual, if it's casual now
Then, baby, get me off again
If it's casual, it's casual now
Dumb love, I love being stupid
Dream of us in a year
Maybe we'd have an apartment
And you'd show me off to your friends at the pier
I know, "Baby, no attachment"
But we're
Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out
Is it casual now?
Two weeks and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach
Is it casual now?
I know what you tell your friends
It's casual, if it's casual now
Then, baby, get me off again
If it's casual
It's hard being casual
When my favorite bra lives in your dresser
And it's hard being casual
When I'm on the phone talking down your sister
And I try to be the chill girl
That holds her tongue and gives you space
I try to be the chill girl
But honestly, I'm not
Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out
Two weeks and your mom invites me to her Long Beach house
I know what you tell your friends
Baby, get me off again
I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner
Your parents at the table, you wonder why I'm bitter
Bragging to your friends, I get off when you hit it
I hate to tell the truth but I'm sorry dude you didn't
I hate that I let this drag on so long, now I hate myself
Hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell