Throw Up - ​star boy

Swerve (Yah, yuh)

(Yah)

Swerve, hol' up

(Yah, yuh)

Throw it (Yah, yuh)

Swerve, hol' up

Swerve, yeah

I can't feel the love (Uh, uh, uh)

I can't feel the love (Uh, uh, uh)

I can't feel your love (Uh, uh, uh)

I can't feel your touch (Uh, uh, uh)

You got nails all in your skin

Where did it go wrong?

Where did it end?

I can't feel anything anymore (Stand in the fire)

Throw it up, throw it up

Yeah, throw it up, you need to throw it up

You need to throw it up, thro-throw it up

Thro-thro-throw it up (Uh, uh, uh)

(Yah, yuh)

(Yah)

Swerve, hol' up

(Yah, yuh)

Throw it (Yah, yuh)

Swerve, hol' up

Swerve

I can't feel the love (Uh, uh, uh)

I can't feel the love (Uh, uh, uh)

I can't feel your love (Uh, uh, uh)

I can't feel your touch (Uh, uh, uh)

You gotta go to the gym, be a sick cunt, you gotta fuck bitches

You know, not give a fuck

'Cause that's what we do, bro

That's what the revolution is, bro

None of these fuckin' sad cunts

We're all gonna fuckin' make it

Die on the hill

I don't feel (Yah)

I'm in my own world right now (Yah)

I'm in my own world right now (Yah)

Stand in the fire (Yah)