1: Kesha & Tayla I remember every time we

1: Alice gonna come for youAnd you can try

won't you call me?Stephen, why won't you call

in love, alrightWith my crazy, beautiful lifeWith the parties,

was lookin' lost, it was cold outsideThe whiskey rock's

my speakers upBlow 'em upBlow my speakers upBlow my speakers

was halfway home when I woke up and hit

just not myself todayI've been thinking way too hardMy

the Champs-ÉlyséesI just wanna get, get, get in, with,

door cracked, we don't need a keyWe get in

Let's go back to my houseIt's a mess but the sheet

want) All the boys lately(I want) All the boys lately(Boy

You think I'm easyYou think I worship you upon your throneBut,

a Gucci bag, got it with the bambooGot a Gucci

to yourself, you're a hot messSt-t-stutter through your words,

Kesha & Miles been so lost, never felt so

feel loved, darling, I feel usedNobody makes me feel

spin my head right round, right roundWhen you go

You spin my head right round, right roundWhen you go down,

the dark of the night comes aroundThat's the time