| I got my headphones on, on the back of the six
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| I got my hood pulled up cause my hair isn’t fixed
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| I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
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| I got my fake best friends in the palm of my hand
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| I got my head buried deep in some heavenly sand
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| I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
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| I’m all lit up from the bridges I burned
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| There is no easy way
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| I’m livin' and learnin'
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| Walk the talk like a dog in a fight
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| The rules, they fade away
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| Every day and every night
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| My love is temporary
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| My lips are sour cherry
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| Come on, baby, spin the bottle
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| I’m fucking like a supermodel
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| From New York, Tokyo, Paris and Rome
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| I’m always late with nowhere to go
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| I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
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| I got my war paint on and I’m picking a fight
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| I would have called you back, but my phone always dies
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| I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
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| I’m all lit up from the bridges I burned
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| There is no easy way
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| I’m livin' and learnin'
|
| Walk the talk like a dog in a fight
|
| The rules, they fade away
|
| Every day and every night
|
| My love is temporary
|
| My lips are sour cherry
|
| Come on, baby, spin the bottle
|
| I’m fucking like a supermodel
|
| My love is temporary
|
| My lips are sour cherry
|
| Come on, baby, spin the bottle
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| I’m fucking like a supermodel
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| I’m fucking like a supermodel
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| I’m like a supermodel
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| I’m like a supermodel |