I got money to blow They can't help it, And I can't blame 'em Since I got famous But bitch I got money to blow I'm gettin' it in, letting these bills fall All over your skin Oh oh oh ooh I got oh oh Oh oh ooh oh oh ooh oh oh oh ooh ooh

No, there’s no more questioning I’ll be the one defining who I'm gonna be I’m gonna love myself, the way I want you to love me No more standing in my own way No concealing feelings, or changing seasonally Love me, no more second guessing Let's get

Say what you want but nothing can stop me now Contradict to know what I want Take a shot and I'll bounce this off I'm in control so nothing can hold me down All we get is hell but it works Too strong to give into words I just came to kick ass and take

From the satellite mind Lost where I forgot to hold it Coming home cause I want to Hang out with a starlet Stare out at the ceiling Preview of a screening Flashback of a feeling Sick sense of calling I heard you fuck through the wall

Let's not make it complicated We can keep it simple, baby Labels are so overrated Rules are meant for breaking, baby Why don't we just go get naked? Don't worry now, look what we found We don't have to go all-in Head in the clouds, both looking down

I'm wounded by dust Where I've been lately is no concern of yours Who's been touching my skin Who have I been letting Shy and tired-eyed am I today When the bell toll, when the bell gon' chime You better call for your woman up high And when the bell

Are you ready for the time of your life Let's, pretend, we're not at the end Pretend, that we have nothing left I know my uses I have my pride But my heart is still untamed I learned my lessons I've conquered death I go on and I'm unashamed

'Cause just like him, you always leave me crying A million little wishes float across the sky Picked you out and picked you up Hopin' that my luck would change Let the summer fill my lungs Superstition fill my brain But it's a waste of breath and it's

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere And build them a home, a little place of their own. The Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings. And they can appear to themselves every day On closed circuit T.V. To make sure they're still

Won't let the bastards grind me down I'm bold, I'm strange Won't let their fears make me afraid There's hope, we'll change I'll stand my ground The strands of memories spread like webs of cold Along my skin I feel the frost taking its hold Burning up, my