miss your soft lipsI miss your white sheetsI miss

was a just a young kid with time to

hard, hard, hard...Tonight we’re going hard...We are who we areWe’re

and boys, think it's time that I mentionI've

to yourself, you're a hot messSt-t-tutter through your words,

walk up to the policeIn Detroit cityAnd I'm like"Excuse

butterscotch, butterscotchMy butterscotch, rocks, lemon drops, rollin' in

up a little late todayLookin' out, the clouds are

one ever really showed me how to loveBut I've

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

‘Wherever You Are’ is a song that is really relevant to

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

Lyrics from Snippet 1-tryna uh, I paid for my couchAnd

nice to meet youI don't think we've met beforeYou're

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

miss your soft lips, I miss your white sheetsI

hear your heartbeat to the beat of the drumsHigh blood

you a man? 'Cause I'm a bi-bi-biI'm already rich,

fight my way through the darknessI battle hard, that's

Rumored Luke boy crazy, I'm boy crazyCrazy boy, Luke