501's

501's - Fortunes.

Lyrics by：Fortunes.

Composed by：Fortunes.

Uh hmm mm mm mm

D**n that dude jeans look tight I don't mean skinny

The man tucked in t-shirt white boy he so pretty

The way he stand feet firmly planted

But he out this planet sorry I got plans tonight

I think I need a fan he heating up this tram ride

Reach for a pole

I hope he don't notice he's made my head light

I fall into him

As we break we've hit a red light

He squeezed my hand tight

Possum in the headlights

Ooh d**n that dude jeans look tight

I don't mean skinny

The man tucked in t-shirt white

Boy he so pretty

The way he stand feet firmly planted

But he out this planet

Sorry I got plans tonight

By chance we've got the same stop

If not I would've made yours mine

Zone 2 I'd go for you so fine

I would've gone to the end of the line

Zone 2 I've been there in my mind

Zone 2 I'd go there all there all the time

Come too we've got to get to mine

To see the planets realign

And line up they will yeah they will

Like extra on the moonlight

Could gaze for days

But he's all I want in my sight

For days he stays as if sun never came

And gave us time

We've been heating up the room right

Fire to my air sign

It's pretty hot though I dunno

Maybe this is all a mirage

I'm real late what am I doing gotta go

Get off my stops long passed

It's pretty hot though I dunno

This is all a mirage

I'm real late what am I doing gotta go

Get off my stops long passed

But d**n that dude jeans look tight

The man tucked in t-shirt white boy he so pretty

The way he stand feet firmly planted

But he out this planet sorry I got plans tonight