up this morning, feeling myselfHungover as hell like 2012,

Kesha, Pebe Sebert & my god, so we're recordingAnd

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drumsOh,

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

you leanin' against that old record machineSaw the name

tock-tock-tockTick-tick, tock, oh...Tick-tick, tock-tock-tockTick-tick, tock, tockTick-tick, tock-tock-tockTick-tick, tock, oh...Tick-tick,

DJ, J-J-J-J-JDJ, DJ, DJDJ, DJ, DJ-J-J-J-JDJ, DJ, DJDJ, DJ, DJ-J-J-J-JDJ,

oh, oh, oh, ohWhoa, oh, oh, oh, oh (rah)Whoa, oh,

just not myself todayI've been thinking way too hardMy

feel it in my bones, feel it til' I

candy, cotton ca— candy)(Candy, candy, candy, candy, candy,

Kesha & Becky hear your heart beat to the

Harmful sediments in the earSymbols crashin’ ev-ery-whereReap the fields of oils

thought you and IWere something special at the timeI

you almost had me fooledTold me that I was

spin my head right round, right roundWhen you go

a mad man's worldHappens every dayI don’t understandWhy the rules

up in the mornin' feelin' like P. DiddyGrab my

crime, crime, crimeCrime, crime, crime, crimeCrime, crime, crime, crimeCrime, crime,

that glitter on my eyesGot that glitter on my eyesGot