1: Kesha & Tayla I remember every time we

Kesha & Big oh, oh, ohLet's 1:

Kesha & Big oh, oh, ohLet's 1: Kesha

1: Juicy know Juicy always turnt upTour bus smoked

I hit ya later? 'Cause this my jamRollin' in

don't need you or your brand new BenzOr your

my, my, my, my heart, heartMy, my heart, heartMy, my

hush, baby, you don't have to cryI'm not sorry, but

You really got it goin'You really got it goin' good nowYou

as a jezebel dancing on your tongueLike a sugar

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

I hold you in my arms last night?Didn't I

dysfunctionalSo dysfunctionalSo feel like I'm tied up in

my baby leavesI wish he'd just marry meSo

this, drop this, drop, drop this, this, this, thisDrop this,

oh, you remember?We were running through the streetsWe

Oh oohIt was good while it lastedThat innocent kind of magicMaybe

1: The I saw the signs, I shoulda let

up in the morning like, "Fuck P. Diddy"Grab my glasses,

a wolf in the pale moon lightShe stands alone