1: Wrabel & Kesha, day I met you we

youngDie gonna die youngWe're gonna die youngWe're gonna die

Wake up in the morning, feelin' like P. DiddyGrab my glasses,

am in love with what we areNot what we

ain't no scene in the VIP for meNo, it ain't

today, classThe topic of the (Boys), pretend they're men

(Verse 1)If money could sell its soulWould it still be alone?Would

some freaks in the living room getting it onAnd

on my best face to impress youConcerned with things

you leanin' against that old record machineSaw the name

like a shirt with a coffee stainLeft in the

a fine line I've been walkin'And trying to balance

my speakers upBlow 'em upBlow my speakers upBlow my speakers

am the hunter, I am the animalI'm gonna love you

up, y'allHumans created me to be a weaponBut now that

boy, you're really creeping me outI think you're mental,

you almost had me fooledTold me that I was

don't need you or your brand new BenzOr your bougie

Two, three, you'll be crawling though myGo and find yourself a

1: Wrabel & knows what it meansYou just go