Stray Kids – Super Bowl Lyrics

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Super Bowl
Lyrics byBANG CHAN (3RACHA), CHANGBIN (3RACHA), HAN (3RACHA), FELIX
Composed byBANG CHAN (3RACHA), CHANGBIN (3RACHA), HAN (3RACHA), Zack Djurich
Arranged byZack Djurich, BANG CHAN (3RACHA)

Stray Kids – Super Bowl Lyrics

ALL BANG CHAN LEE KNOW CHANGBIN HAN HYUNJIN FELIX SEUNGMIN I.N

Stray Kids – Super Bowl Lyrics
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 everything
We are the ultimate gang
Fresh taste
Fresh scent
Fresh shape
Fresh everything
Came for a bite
Now you’re so addicted, yeah
Thank you, come again
Everything you craving, yeah
It’s all me
Everything invented
That was all me, yeah


Hell of a line, yeah
I know it’s hella fine
Hell’s Kitchen
Tasting divine
You feel it in your system
You want it more
Different new flavors
Our dish here’s so bussin’


Finger lickin’, yeah
We cookin’ up a Super Bowl
In the kitchen, Michelin, irresistible
Open wide (ah)
Have a bite (what?)
Make it mine
All the time
Finger lickin’, yeah
We cookin’ up a Super Bowl
In the kitchen, Michelin, irresistible
Feeling prime
State of mind (shh)
Finger lickin’, yeah
We cookin’ up a Super Bowl


Mixin’ this and all that
Dish be lookin’ like fusion
Take a photo
It’s bussin’ even in lowest resolution
Scrolling through your feed
You see me cookin’ up your timeline
I eat up everybody’s like and share
Hottest trend, ha
Ey, no pay
Just free samples
Heyday, ey
Product sold out
We the best in sellin’, ey
Order so much
Trail of receipts blowin’
Bang, bang
Can’t resist it
You’ll finish every plate of leftovers


Hell of a line, yeah
I know it’s hella fine
Hell’s Kitchen
Tasting divine
You feel it in your system
You want it more
Different new flavors
Our dish here’s so bussin’


Finger lickin’, yeah
We cookin’ up a Super Bowl
In the kitchen, Michelin, irresistible
Feeling prime
State of mind (shh)
Finger lickin’, yeah
We cookin’ up a Super Bowl


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)


Finger lickin’, yeah
We cookin’ up a Super Bowl
In the kitchen, Michelin, irresistible
Open wide (ah)
Have a bite (what?)
Make it mine
All the time
Finger lickin’, yeah
We cookin’ up a Super Bowl
In the kitchen, Michelin, irresistible
Feeling prime
State of mind (shh)
Finger lickin’, yeah
We cookin’ up a Super Bowl

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