We set the jets on fire. We wake up burning up with emerald eyes. Miss Penthouse dynamite is cyanide. This service elevator is how I ride. . Cause you're a rich bitch and you're super bad.
You wanna try. You wanna stop. Never on time. I think we had enough. I dont wanna shout. I dont wanna doubt. I wanna blackout. Come on help me out. . Theres nothing to say.