POCKET MONSTERS Lyrics

I keep my focus on the motive

Keep it coming

I feel a motion in my stomach

When you're running high-speed

From LAX, Gate-B

And I'm feeling

Just a little bit nervous about it

Whatever you're gon' say

Is so out of pocket

I know

I decided it's so

I decided

So, so, so late in the night

I need your own embrace

Waking me up

That's when I know

And it feels

So sensual

And maybe if we see it through

We can fuse together like a Kyurem

We confuse together like a Kyurem