I hate to see the look on your face I wish I could make myself stay But our hearts don't live in the same space So tell me how to break yours with grace And you had money and cars, looked like a star You loved me so good, I could cry Brought me roses and

Run wild and never look back, never look back Stand up and don't shut up The night is waiting The world is for the taking, taking No hesitating Tonight is what we make it, make it Break out, get a little loud Shout it from the rooftops now People say,

Next time you point a finger But the way I, way I see it I might have to bend it back I'll point you to the mirror And break it, break it off (I'll point you to the mirror) You don't have to believe me Can't make my own decisions

So much so much for what we said No matter what I say you turn your back away Its never going to break you Its never going to make you fall Somehow between the lines is clearer I'm heading for the end On top of this bullshit and I don't want to hear it I

Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'm-a fight Tick-tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Till we see the sunlight Yeah, you got me DJ, you build me up You break me down

White girl on me, I got cocaine Do it in the bathroom, I can feel my bones break Same clique with me at the night show I was in the back then, now I got a light show Now you want me, took a lot to make you want me now I don't love her but I love how I

We'll make a memory out of it It's gotta get easier and easier somehow 'Cause I'm falling, I'm falling I don't wanna wait for that There she goes in front of me Don't look on, take me back again We finally fall apart and we break each other's hearts If

When you say it like that oh-oh, oh-oh Break my bed, don't make me wanna stay Oh-oh, oh-oh Don't doubt me babe You make me wanna change Got me falling right back oh-oh, oh-oh (hmm) Let me fuck you right back oh-oh, oh-oh (hmm) Bite me babe, you make me

Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me You would think they got a check, the way

I don't wanna look like that You know you make me breakout Make me breakout Better get out Know you make me breakout Burn it in the blast off Try to get out You make me dizzy Running circles in my head