up this morning, feeling myselfHungover as hell like 2012,

am not a stranger to the dark"Hide away," they

1 - "Wrecking Ball" by Miley clawed, we chained

miss your soft lipsI miss your white sheetsI miss

am in love with what we areNot what we

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

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

uncensoredI'm a walking contradictionMy ambitions, my addictionIt turns me

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

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

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

breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubblesGirls with tattoos

tryna live my best lifeFeelin' myself, that's alrightI got that

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

miss your soft lips, I miss your white sheetsI

singing de-da-de-da-de-de-deI'm singing de-da-de-da-de-de-deWe're singingI just wanna dance till the

the way that it wasHeart’s spokenWords brokenThe love that we

like I'm asleep, but I’m awakeIn this dream, I

1: so delicious, sweeter than kissesHate when the rush

let me low your mindWhoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohWhoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohWhoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohBaby, let me low your mind