1: cigarettes in your Fendi coatEven though you don't

from the east side of AmericaWhere we choose pride

from the east side of AmericaWhere we choose pride

don't really say this that oftenBut there's somethin' that

Chris oh, somebody, eh, somebody, oh(Hey!)Somebody, oh, somebody, eh,

your chest open so I can reach your heartI

life is like a box of tissuesYou gonna cry

believe in a thing called love (called love)Even though I

it was up to me, we would all be rightIf

1: Phoebe Ryan & Andrew flames with fireHang onto

hit a wallRight now I need a miracleHurry up

you and me alone (Da-da-da, da-da-done)That's a feeling that I

The Kid Woah, The Kid you only

come lay your head downEvery little thing that you're

Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, TwoAre you ready?We

it slow, but it's not typicalHe already knows that

Best to, best to, best toI tried my...I tried my best

the town full of fancy cars andCrowded bars and supermodelsLooks

always say what's on your mindAnd dance like nobody's

1: Chloe my corner of the matrixNo, I never