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

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

I want my ass...Shit, one more must

always try to blow your mind, to blow your

I just finished up my setAnd I walked over

my heart's on fireOoh, on saw you foxy

1: I've been- lately I've torn upMaybe I just-

stoned, sittin' in your basementAll alone, 'cause your little

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

you can bump and grindIf it's good for your

Kamala think yo just fell out of a coconut

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

maybe I'm a reckless womanMaybe heartache feels like homeI've

got new DNA, I found my directionWhen I see

you almost had me fooledTold me that I was

if it hurts my heart)I will love you, I will

image that you have of meComplexitySo far from what's

a motherfuckerMmm, yeahMmm, buy my own things, I

call me the princess of naughty influencesMy mind a

I just got a brand new carHose me down at