Luo Tianyi's the B 80 The lyrics of my idol

The sound of wild waves under the stage

The blazing temperature is unbearable

Sweat does not melt

It's just a midnight joke

Remove the thought, shake with me

Another pretentious chant

More casual flattery

Close your dirty eyes and mouth and soak in poisonous spices

Upside down in the storm

Gently lift your forehead and hair and pull the lead wire to let you burn for me

How to be meticulously built

Lovely, fresh or coquettish

You can choose any flavor

I'm not trying to smile

Decibel increases with interest

Hook up the corner of the Garter

A girl, Queen or Banshee

The next song is for you

ah A kind of ah ♂ Press your phone

ah A kind of ah ♂ Just concentrate

ah A kind of ah ♂ If you are not good, you should be punished

ah A kind of ah ♂ Sweet flowers

ah A kind of ah ♀ Lose yourself

ah A kind of ah ♀ Look at me

ah A kind of ah ♀ The moment of emptiness

ah A kind of ah A kind of

Supercilious idol

A memorial archway for chastity

Red lips behind the microphone

For whom did you indulge

Happy and happy

Noise is the only nutrition

The sound of primitive rhythm

All as a compliment to me

Self conceited idol

Always surrounded in the middle

Water blue tulle skirt

Who raised the waves for

A misunderstanding in response to love

I just thought

The peach chest

Half empty bed

It's a compliment

Make me your faith

Is it hard to be patient tonight

The weak are always under the stage

I want to sing my humble face

Show off your servility

I just want to taste you

Please stir as much as you can

What if it's rotten to pieces

Deep and shallow

Fast and slow are intertwined

Bitter or sweet, I has the final say.

Open your eyes and do it again

The answer is not necessarily given

But it'll make you comfortable

Be serious. Don't try my bottom line

Supercilious idol

A memorial archway for chastity

Red lips behind the microphone

For whom did you indulge

Happy and happy

Noise is the only nutrition

The sound of primitive rhythm

All as a compliment to me

Self conceited idol

Always surrounded in the middle

Water blue tulle skirt

Who raised the waves for

A misunderstanding in response to love

I just thought

The peach chest

Half empty bed

It's a compliment

The sound of wild waves under the stage

The blazing temperature is unbearable

Sweat does not melt

It's just a midnight joke

Remove the thought, shake with me

Another pretentious chant

More casual flattery

Close your dirty eyes and mouth and soak in poisonous spices

Upside down in the storm

Gently lift your forehead and let you burn for me

Sucking the oestrus medicine

I'm about to light up

The price has been marked long ago

Take my second

The waist of a water snake

Who are you calling for

The memorial archway of great light

It's not as important as it is now

Don't talk about conceit

Arrogance is the most boring

It can be thrown out of the camera

It's just a smile from Bo Jun

A hundred charms and a thousand Charms

It's all bubbles of fantasy

Take my second

After sober again aftertaste

One last hug