It is.
I'm sick of this, I'm sick of this
Your moves, Billo, are making me fall
Which mode have you switched to?
It's become slow-mo
Now there's nothing left for me, listen
Open the book of Billo, baby, open it for us
Mmm, please mind the case, my heart is sick
Your blue jeans, my friend, I think they fit
I'll complete your bucket list
Fill it up, Billo, my desire to ask you
Likes in lakhs, baby, I'll put up a photo
I'll follow you, baby, skip my show-show
I'll party for free, baby, oh, *
I'll beat you up, my love, come on
You cry for the young boys to be strong
All eyes are on you, Billo, like a star
Where's your license?
You're standing like a weapon
I'll take you, oh, I'll run away, Billo
My heart is shaken,
stop it,
Billo,
someone's making noise
I've parked my car below you,
Billo,
you see,
it's a C-suite,
just two
I'm a passenger princess,
I'm staying at home,
show me your tendrils
Call me,
my phone's safe,
I'll call you when you need me
You go to the camp, you look like an *
Your lips look like a dress,
black
If you come,
ask them,
they'll give you a red flag
And don't come home,
or you'll get a lexical stretch
Your moves, Billo, are making me fall
Which mode have you switched to?
It's become slow-mo
Now there's nothing around me,
listen Open the book of your heart,
baby,
open it to me
I'm doing it full-on, it's all become slow-mo
I don't want to stay up, listen,
open my heart to me