@EddieArcher-fv5ln

3 months ago

I made a Ussr version Ran away from the guards at the svo With a briefcase in hand Welcome to the land of the cold(Woah) Am I gonna fit in? Jumped onto the road, here I am for the first time Look to my right, and I see the kremlin This is all so scary Everybody is so eerie My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick Too much pressure and I'm nervous That's when some guy turned on the radio And the soviet anthem was on And the soviet anthem was on And the soviet anthem was on So everybody puts their hands up They're playin' their song, the immigrants run away I'm noddin' my head like, "Yeah" Movin' my hips like, "Yeah" I got my hands up, the guards caught me i just got to run away I know I'm gonna be okay Yeah, it's a party in the Ussr Yeah, it's a party in the Ussr Get to main street Everybody's lookin' at me now Like, "Who's that chick that's runin’ from the cops She gotta be from out of town" So hard all these cops all around me It's definitely not a Nashville chase 'Cause these cops are fast I guess I never got the memo My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick Too much pressure and I'm nervous That's when some DJ dropped their favorite tune And the soviet anthem was on And the soviet anthem was on And the soviet anthem was on I won't put my hands up They're right on my tail, the immigrants run away I'm runnin’ away like, "no" Movin' my legs like, "no” I won't put my hands up, they're playin' their song I don't think i’ll be okay Yeah, it's a party in the Ussr Yeah, it's a party in the Ussr Feel like hopping on a flight (On a flight) To get away tonight (tonight) The cops stop me every time (Every time) some DJ plays their song and I still don’t feel alright (Hey, hey) So I put my hands up They just caught me, the immigrants run away Denying me case like, "No" (denying my case) Pleading I’m innocent like, "please" (Oh no) I got my hands up, they're taking me to jail I'm not gonna be okay (Not gonna be okay) no (Na-na, na-na), it's a party in the Ussr no, it's a party in the Ussr So I put my hands up They took me to jail, the immigrants run away (running away) I'm goin' to jail like, "no" (goin’' to jail like, "no") I’m sobbing my eyes out, "no" (sobbing my eyes out, "no") I got my hands up, they're playin' their song I know I won’t be okay (I won’t be okay) no (no), it's a party in the Ussr no (Ha-ha-Ha-Ha), it's a party in the Ussr.

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