we go, once againI know for sureWe ain't heaven sentHere

one's gonna love you like I doNo one's gonna

friends with the monsterThat's under my bedGet along with

1: Bebe me, in and outTurn me upside downSurfing

to Lauren cause she said it rightThat thing, that thingHe

(Ah-Ooh, Ah-Ooh, Ah-Ooh)Misunderstood, out of body, miss frustratedWeird as fuck, out

Bebe you wake in a dreamWrapped in Versace sheets,

usBetween usDon't you go and tell no oneWhen I show

wanna see your face get red with angerWanna see

said, hey!Bob your head nowBob your head nowBob your headBo-bo-bob

I was on death row, you would be my

lo so perché ho una familyAnche solo per un'ora

JAMIE & Ty Dolla $ign, don't got friends, I

Baby, lay on back and relaxKick your pretty feet up on

friends with the monster that's under my bedGet along with

1: Bebe goin' straight to Miami (Yeah)Hop on a

1: Bebe been dressin' up the truthI've been dressin'

Bebe in to creationImagination will release your soul as

two, three, say "fuck it" when I feel itThey're

left to sayNo point tryna talk it out, we already