I wanna throw throw my hands up high And forget who I used to be And get a taste of your luxury You don't wanna cry tears with me (tears) You just wanna keep sighin' (sighin') Sometimes I wonder if you're bad for me (you're bad) But that's what keeps me

When I grow up, I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do, throwing out a boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up, I want to live near the sea Crab claws and bottles of rum That's what I'll have

Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle Hey, it ain't nothing wrong Just making it up as we go along Find a little rock 'n' roll hallelujah Throw Throw your hands up high Let the speed remove your pain Singing hey, hey, hey We can do it old school, ABC

All we are is broken glass Thrown to the floor we were never meant to last And all we are are empty shells Try to pick us up you’re gonna cut yourself We didn’t know it couldn’t go on forever We believe that we can go on forever You’re gonna cut yourself

Light it light it, puff it puff it, pass it, pass it I've been puffing, rolling up Cop a lot and pourin' up Plus my niggas know the plug A generation's thrown on drugs Don't give a fuck about your man I'm just seeing what it's hitting for (Bitch I'm

I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw throw it away Just to throw throw it away Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going

I'm throwin' hundreds in your face, you better make that shit work Make, make that shit work, make, make that shit work Hop up on a dick, you better make that shit work Walk up in this bitch, you better make that shit work And when you hop up on a dick,

Don't talk to me, get your bread up We eatin', all my niggas fed up Bitch broke, shut up And we used to fuck but I got fed up Bitch you broke, shut up Yeah we used to fuck but I got fed up You a ho rat, that pussy throwback I’m tryna fuck, you ain’t

I'm bout to throw throw some game, they both one and the same Cupid's the one to blame, say it (make love to me) I'm bout to shed some light, cause each and every night You gotta do it right, what? (fuck, me!) Oh! Oh! Oh! Say it (make love to me) Oh! Oh! Oh!

I am the bonfire I live off your gasoline, gasoline You make me stronger, I'm going higher You make me stronger, you make me light up With the shade you throw throw on me, throw on me When you're mad Make it rain you're trying to put my fire out You feel