Anova

I wish I didn’t have you in such a critical spot
But your adulthood shows up without having
To break any ties
What does it mean
Your life like a termite
Not knowing, that in my house, your dynamite voltage would be missing

I still have your glasses
With that, I stand tall
And like this, I’m the sensation
I’m the sensation

Now that I have your action repertoire
I don’t pay attention to NatGeo anymore

How do I make it clear to you?
That I didn’t know that in my house
It needed, ah
So much of your voltage
For those two
For those two

La-larara-la-lara, lara
La-larara-la-lara, lara

Hey, ant
Your farm needs a friend who
Can join me in my bathtub
Growing up doesn’t mean
Leaving my process behind, creatine

And in my house, no more, we traffic weapons (la-larara-la-lara, lara, la)
(Larara-la-lara, lara)
And in my house, no more, we traffic weapons (la-larara-la-lara, lara)
And in my house, no more, we traffic weapons (la-larara-la-lara, lara)

Lara-lala, lara-lara-lala, lara-lara-lala, lara-lara-lala
Lara-lara-lala, lara-lara-lala, lara-la-lalalala, la-lalalala
Lara-lala, lara-lara-lala, lara-lara-lala, lara-lara-lala
Lara-lara-lala, lara-lara-lala, lara-la-lalalala, la-lalalala

(Excellent)