You got me high Raining on me, raining on me But you're like the summertime and it feels so good You're like the summertime and it feels so good Running round, being famous Girl, I love that you're beautiful and aimless Said why do I feel so alone? Oh, I

Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' I ain't worried 'bout nothin' Ain't worried 'bout nothin' Ridin' round with that work Strapped up with that Nina Got two bad bitches with me Molly and Aquafina Money don't mean nothing Niggas don't feel you when they

Please, go easy To pick you up until you come around So please, go easy with my baby Please, go easy with my baby Pack it up and leave it, leave it all behind you Starting fresh in someone else’s town And though we may be leaving, I’ll be right beside

You got to come back for more Hey little thing, let me light your candle' Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now, gets around Once it come along a dime by the dozen Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now, gets around Pretty little thing, let me light

When I’m gone You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone I got my ticket for the long way ‘round Two bottle ‘a whiskey for the way And I sure would like some sweet company And I’m leaving tomorrow, wha-do-ya say? You’re gonna miss me by my hair You’re gonna miss

I wanna stay up all night Like this, all night, hey Up all night (Up up all night) Katy Perry’s on replay She's on replay DJ got the floor to shake, the floor to shake And jump around until we see the sun Hold on to the feeling

And I'mma celebrate it for a long time The drama couldn't break me, now it's all mine Surrounded by my angels and we all shine Holy, holy, holy, holy key This is, this is Doing what I gotta do What up though? We the best music I guess I'm on my Don shit

And it makes me so angry I can feel your body When I'm lying in bed There's too much confusion Going around through my head To know that the flame still burns Why can't I get over? When will I ever learn?

You go to my head And you linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew And I find the very mention of you Like the kicker in a julep or two The

The towers of London, these crumbling rocks Reality estates that the hero's got And every hour's maked by the chime of a clock And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds? You can piss in the lifts which have broken down You can watch from the