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Spring, summer '26
When the world is gonna end, no hope for any of it
Yeah, we're walking on a runway that goes straight to Hell
Nothing's gonna save us, not music, fashion, or film
Spring, summer '26
When the world is gonna end, no hope for any of it
Yeah, we're walking on a runway that goes straight to Hell, I know
Cigarettes, put 'em out
Can't believe the things I've done, I don't do them now
But I didn't do it
Even if I did
No, it's not my fault, I wasn't there
Think my politics could work as a press strategy
And my heritage could give me quite the USP
Can't hide the fact I'd rather take the easy road
Yeah, I think I'll be alright if I look good in the clothes
Spring, summer '26
When the world is gonna end, no hope for any of it
Yeah, we're walking on a runway that goes straight to Hell
Nothing's gonna save us, not music, fashion, or film
Spring, summer '26
When the world is gonna end, no hope for any of it
Yeah, we're walking on a runway that goes straight to Hell, I know
I was hacked
It got taken out of context, obviously
But I didn't do it
Even if I did
Wrote a really good Notes app apology
Think my politics could work as a press strategy
And my heritage could give me quite the USP
Can't hide the fact I'd rather take the easy road
Yeah, I think I'll be alright if I look good in the clothes
Spring, summer '26
When the world is gonna end, no hope for any of it
Yeah, we're walking on a runway that goes straight to Hell
Nothing's gonna save us, not music, fashion, or film
Spring, summer '26
When the world is gonna end, no hope for any of it
Yeah, we're walking on a runway that goes straight to Hell, I know
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