Boob spike🌊🏐🌴

[Intro] [Spoken word] Game point. Serve it up. Keep your eyes on the ball, baby. [Verse 1] White sand arena, ninety degrees Sweat on my collarbone, sand on my knees Custom bikini, pure coconut oil We’re playing for honor, we’re playing for spoils You're at the net, thinking you're the king Winding up your arm for a massive swing The ball goes up, blocking out the sun I’m holding my ground, yeah, I’m ready to run! [Pre-Chorus] You take the leap! The gravity breaks! You’re flying too fast with too much at stake! The trajectory shifts! The angles are wrong! A meteor falling right into my song! [Chorus] Boob spike! Collision in the front row! Boob spike! (Ouch!) Nowhere else to go! You missed the ball but you hit the twin peaks! Now we’re rolling in the sand like a couple of freaks! Boob spike! Red blood on the white! That’s a personal foul in the middle of the flight! [Instrumental] Boob spike! Boob spike [Verse 2] You’re out of your orbit, I’m taking the hit My custom couture is covered in grit Your nose is leaking, my ego is bruised The referee’s blind and the beach is confused! You’re saying you’re sorry, you’re wiping your face I’m checking for fractures and loss of my grace A perfectly executed tactical block - Straight to the chest, what a cultural shock! [Pre-Chorus] You take the leap! The gravity breaks! You’re flying too fast with too much at stake! The trajectory shifts! The angles are wrong! A meteor falling right into my - [Chorus] Boob spike! Collision in the front row! Boob spike! (Ouch!) Nowhere else to go! You missed the ball but you hit the twin peaks! Now we’re rolling in the sand like a couple of freaks! Boob spike! Red blood on the white! That’s a personal foul in the middle of the flight! [Breakdown] MEN FALL! ANGLES FLY! WE TAKE THE HIT WHEN YOU AIM TOO HIGH! NO GRACE! NO CONTROL! SOFT TISSUE PAYS FOR EGO BALL! BAD JUMP! BAD SCORE! NOW YOU’RE BLEEDING ON MY COUTURE! [Instrumental solo, stupid] [Bridge] [Spoken word] Wait. Seriously, are you crying? It's just a nosebleed, don't be dramatic. Get off me, you're ruining the aesthetic. Somebody bring the ice! And get a medic! ...And a wet wipe! [Final Chorus] Boob spike! Collision in the front row! Boob spike! (Ouch!) Nowhere else to go! You missed the ball but you hit the twin peaks! Now we’re rolling in the sand like a couple of freaks! Boob spike! Red blood on the white! That’s a personal foul in the middle of the flight! Boob spike! Collision in the front row! Boob spike! (Ouch!) Nowhere else to go! You missed the ball but you hit the twin peaks! Now we’re rolling in the sand like a couple of freaks! Boob spike! Red blood on the white! That’s a personal foul in the middle of the flight! [Spoken word] No, don't use the towel, the towel is Egyptian cotton! Use your shirt. My ribs are definitely bruised. Point goes to me. That's a net violation. ...Are you taking a picture? Delete that. [Instrumental outro] Boob spike!(Ouch!) Boob spike!(Ouch!)