Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Vertigo
The way that you got me fallin'
Oh, no no
But I'll be fine by the mornin'
Burn it slow
Stop thinking too much about it
Oh, woah
Vertigo
And I know where were going
Yeah
She drinking' pink moscato
Were headed up to Tahoe in her Chevy Silverado
They say life's a bitch and it ain't over till she sings
Well I just heard her demo and I found she lacks vibrato
I find it hard to swim in the bottom of the bottle
Now my flows are new and they're colder than gelato
I pulled em out the freezer they was hiding' in the bottom
They was hiding' but I got em
I got it
Nails are black, hair is whack, ladies love me more than their high school quarterback
Payphone dial tones make me want my quarters back
You flip phoned and went mobile baby I just want the corded back
Vertigo
The way that you got me fallin'
Oh, no no
But I'll be fine by the mornin'
Burn it slow
Stop thinking too much about it
Oh, woah
Vertigo
And I know where were going
She lit it up and burned it slow
Credit cards plowing snow
She got up I watched her go
She left me with vertigo
Feeling' like I'm fallin' to the moon
She took me outer space we were home around noon
Breakfast on Jupiter, supper in the dunes
Stars light the sky like it's summertime June
I had the summertime blues and made the summertime tune
A ride or die dude we can fly to Cancun
She's the angel and the devil that I'm flirting with
We can fly away, sunsets on some perfect shit
But f*ck what I say I'm just a dude that you ain't heard of yet
I saw her in the crowd hair like strawberries
I was awe-struck
Tasted sweet it was all cherries
But then she went away left me hangin' like a long earing
That girl she gave me vertigo
I really wish I would've shown
No fear it's weird, how she came, everything it kind of froze
Dead rose in a pot of gold
I'm lookin' down now, never lookin' back and on my tippy toes
Paralyzed like I'm in a coma
Dense air fill the room aroma
Me and Trent driving off in a murdered rover
Now we happy that this shit is over, yeah, it's over
Mark G & Trent Stark - Vertigo Lyrics
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Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Vertigo
The way that you got me fallin'
Oh, no no
But I'll be fine by the mornin'
Burn it slow
Stop thinking too much about it
Oh, woah
Vertigo
And I know where were going
Yeah
She drinking' pink moscato
Were headed up to Tahoe in her Chevy Silverado
They say life's a bitch and it ain't over till she sings
Well I just heard her demo and I found she lacks vibrato
I find it hard to swim in the bottom of the bottle
Now my flows are new and they're colder than gelato
I pulled em out the freezer they was hiding' in the bottom
They was hiding' but I got em
I got it
Nails are black, hair is whack, ladies love me more than their high school quarterback
Payphone dial tones make me want my quarters back
You flip phoned and went mobile baby I just want the corded back
Vertigo
The way that you got me fallin'
Oh, no no
But I'll be fine by the mornin'
Burn it slow
Stop thinking too much about it
Oh, woah
Vertigo
And I know where were going
She lit it up and burned it slow
Credit cards plowing snow
She got up I watched her go
She left me with vertigo
Feeling' like I'm fallin' to the moon
She took me outer space we were home around noon
Breakfast on Jupiter, supper in the dunes
Stars light the sky like it's summertime June
I had the summertime blues and made the summertime tune
A ride or die dude we can fly to Cancun
She's the angel and the devil that I'm flirting with
We can fly away, sunsets on some perfect shit
But f*ck what I say I'm just a dude that you ain't heard of yet
I saw her in the crowd hair like strawberries
I was awe-struck
Tasted sweet it was all cherries
But then she went away left me hangin' like a long earing
That girl she gave me vertigo
I really wish I would've shown
No fear it's weird, how she came, everything it kind of froze
Dead rose in a pot of gold
I'm lookin' down now, never lookin' back and on my tippy toes
Paralyzed like I'm in a coma
Dense air fill the room aroma
Me and Trent driving off in a murdered rover
Now we happy that this shit is over, yeah, it's over
Vertigo
The way that you got me fallin'
Oh, no no
But I'll be fine by the mornin'
Burn it slow
Stop thinking too much about it
Oh, woah
Vertigo
And I know where were going
Yeah
She drinking' pink moscato
Were headed up to Tahoe in her Chevy Silverado
They say life's a bitch and it ain't over till she sings
Well I just heard her demo and I found she lacks vibrato
I find it hard to swim in the bottom of the bottle
Now my flows are new and they're colder than gelato
I pulled em out the freezer they was hiding' in the bottom
They was hiding' but I got em
I got it
Nails are black, hair is whack, ladies love me more than their high school quarterback
Payphone dial tones make me want my quarters back
You flip phoned and went mobile baby I just want the corded back
Vertigo
The way that you got me fallin'
Oh, no no
But I'll be fine by the mornin'
Burn it slow
Stop thinking too much about it
Oh, woah
Vertigo
And I know where were going
She lit it up and burned it slow
Credit cards plowing snow
She got up I watched her go
She left me with vertigo
Feeling' like I'm fallin' to the moon
She took me outer space we were home around noon
Breakfast on Jupiter, supper in the dunes
Stars light the sky like it's summertime June
I had the summertime blues and made the summertime tune
A ride or die dude we can fly to Cancun
She's the angel and the devil that I'm flirting with
We can fly away, sunsets on some perfect shit
But f*ck what I say I'm just a dude that you ain't heard of yet
I saw her in the crowd hair like strawberries
I was awe-struck
Tasted sweet it was all cherries
But then she went away left me hangin' like a long earing
That girl she gave me vertigo
I really wish I would've shown
No fear it's weird, how she came, everything it kind of froze
Dead rose in a pot of gold
I'm lookin' down now, never lookin' back and on my tippy toes
Paralyzed like I'm in a coma
Dense air fill the room aroma
Me and Trent driving off in a murdered rover
Now we happy that this shit is over, yeah, it's over
Writer: Mark Ginsburg, Trent Stark
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Mark G & Trent Stark
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: Mark Ginsburg, Trent Stark