Bang Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, Felix, Han, Seungmin, and I.N, The Stray Kids drop Super Bowl.
SUPER BOWL LYRICS (Stray Kids)
Verse 1:
Cookin’ up a storm, piece of cake (Cake, cake, cake)
Spittin’ out that fire, feel the blaze (Feel the blaze)
Takin’ over, we don’t play by the rules
If you wanna feel alive, say the name (Say the name, say the name, name, name, name)
Bellowin’ speakers, mic pop, filter
Bass be kickin’ harder, got your head off kilter
Keep your dirty hands off me
I’ma show you just wait and see
Dominate everythin’ we are the ultimate gang
Fresh taste, fresh scent, fresh shape, fresh everythin’
Came for a bite, now you’re so addicted, yeah, thank you come again
*Everythin’ you cravin’, yeah, it’s all me*
*Everythin’ invented, that was all me, yeah*
Pre-Chorus:
Hell of a line, yeah, I know it’s hella fine
Hell’s Kitchen, tastin’ divine
You feel it in your system, you want it more
Different new flavors
Our dish, here’s so bussin’
Chorus:
Finger lickin’, yeah, we cookin’ up a Super Bowl (Ah-ah)
In the kitchen, Michelin, irresistible (Ooh)
Open wide (Ah), have a bite (What?)
Make it mine, all the time (Ooh)
Finger lickin’, yeah, we cookin’ up a Super Bowl
In the kitchen, Michelin, irresistible
Feelin’ prime, state of mind (Shh)
Finger lickin’, yeah, we cookin’ up a Super Bowl
Verse 2:
Mixin’ this and all that, dish be lookin’ like fusion
Take a photo, it’s bussin’ even in lowest resolution
Scrollin’ through your feed, you see me cookin’ up your timeline
I eat up everybody’s like and share, hottest trend, hah
Ayy, no pay, just free samples, heyday, ayy
Product sold out, we the best in sellin’, ayy
Order so much, trail of receipts blowin’ bang, bang
Can’t resist it you’ll finish, every plate of leftovers, ah
Pre-Chorus
Hell of a line, yeah, I know it’s hella fine
Hell’s Kitchen, tastin’ divine
You feel it in your system, you want it more
Different new flavors
Our dish, here’s so bussin’
Chorus:
Finger lickin’, yeah, we cookin’ up a Super Bowl
In the kitchen, Michelin, irresistible
Feelin’ prime, state of mind (Shh)
Finger lickin’, yeah, we cookin’ up a Super Bowl
Bridge:
Counting stars, I feel the light
Open my eyes in the darkest night
Yeah, you know that it’s true, yeah
You know it’s all for you, yeah, yeah
I’ll do it again, just the way you want it
I’ll do it again for the days to come
If there’s a drought, never doubt, ’cause the clouds are like crowds behind us
Yeah, we bring the rain
(Cookin’ up a storm piece of cake, ah)
Chorus:
Finger lickin’, yeah, we cookin’ up a Super Bowl (Ah-ah)
In the kitchen, Michelin, irresistible (Ooh)
Open wide (Ah), have a bite (What?)
Make it mine, all the time (All the time, ooh)
Finger lickin’, yeah, we cookin’ up a Super Bowl
In the kitchen, Michelin, irresistible
Feelin’ prime, state of mind (Shh)
Finger lickin’, yeah, we cookin’ up a Super Bowl
