Just say you won't let go (Say you won't let go) (Just say you won't let go) I wanna live with you Even when we're ghosts 'Cause you were always there for me when I needed you most I met you in the dark, you lit me up You made me feel as though I was

Look at me, fuck on me Yah, ayy, yah Ayy, ayy, ayy I'm like "Bitch, who is your mans?" ayy Can't keep my dick in my pants, ayy My bitch don't love me no mo', ayy

La seine, la seine, la seine On s'aime comme ça la seine et moi Je ne sais, ne sais, ne sais pas pourquoi On s'aime comme ça, la seine et moi Elle sort de son lit Tellement sur d'elle Tellement jolie elle m'ensorcelle Extralucide la lune est sur Tu n'es

Tattoo, tattoo Mousewife to momshell in the time it took to get that new tattoo. Tramp stamp Kat Tattoo, tattoo. (Tattoo, tattoo) Sexy dragon magic. (Tattoo, tattoo) So very autobiographic. (Tattoo, tattoo) Got a hold on me. (Tattoo, tattoo) Put a spell

No se porque te quiero Quien es este sentimiento Dis moi pourquoi on s’aime Yo no se porque te Ce genre de sentiment tout est faux Ça ne marche pas Tu dis aie aie aie Je dis oh oh oh

And it just ain't right Ooh (I call your name) And it just ain't right That I'll be sexin' her and I (I call your name) Girl it ain't no little thing that I (I call your name) (You don't have) (To answer this) (If its too personal) (Do your thoughts) (Of

Ain't nobody Loves me better Makes me happy Makes me feel this way Loves me better than you And now we're flyin' through the stars I hope this night will last forever Oh oh oh oh Captured effortlessly

I'm the one they call the seventh son I'm the one, yes, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one, Well now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son But in the whole round world there is only one, and Well I can tell your future before it comes to pass And I

I'm going to war Walk with me Hey if you hear me out there I get down on my knees every night and pray You never know when deaths coming all you hear is gunshots Little kids get to running Old ladys get off the block When the pops hit the truck music

Too many missed calls, too many texts I know that it won’t be long, yeah You’ll be like 'Babe, come over' I know how this goes, yeah Talk about you need closure Every time the weekend comes, yeah Damn, I wish I missed my ex Til you‘re gonna call my