Suddenly you're climbing all up next to me, next to me I ain't no fool, you rascal you I just, I just, I just want your ex to see Everywhere we go you keep looking around Fixing your make up like it's about to go down And he walks in, it all makes sense

Oh woah, we're unstoppable We can be heroes everywhere we go Ooh, they can say what they want now Ooh, 'cause we'll be screaming out We can have all that we ever want Swinging like Ali, knocking out bodies Standing on top like a champion Keep your

And that's why I, I, I, I, Oh, I love that little girl of mine This little girl of mine Do you know that this little girl of mine Wella, oh yeah I want you people to know I take her everywhere I go One day I looked at my suit

Suddenly you're climbing all up next to me, next to me I ain't no fool, you rascal you I just, I just, I just want your ex to see Everywhere we go you keep looking around Fixing your make up like it's about to go down And he walks in, it all makes sense

Simmer down bitch, it's Iggy season Everywhere I go they say it's Iggy season 'Til I get what I want, baby I ain't leavin' Every time I go out everybody wanna show out I just see a girl in the mirror, told her "you the reason" I ain't worried 'bout shit,

I don't want to own you I just want to know you I just want to love you More than words can say There must be somethin' that we can share Why is it all or nothin' everywhere You got your life and i got mine Why's our relationship hangin' on the line

Suddenly you're climbing all up next to me, next to me I ain't no fool, you rascal you I just, I just, I just want your ex to see Everywhere we go you keep looking around Fixing your make up like it's about to go down And he walks in, it all makes sense

Suddenly you're climbing all up next to me, next to me I ain't no fool, you rascal you Everywhere we go you keep looking around Fixing your make up like it's about to go down And he walks in, it all makes sense You just want your ex to see, ex to see I

Ass, titties, pussy, money, weed Everywhere I look a killing spree All the things they wanted me to be Is all the things that I turned out to be Is everything that I like, like, like, like Everybody looking for the meaning of life thru a cell phone

Only the good die young No-one but you They're only flyin' too close to the sun A hand above the water An angel reaching for the sky Is it raining in heaven - Do you want us to cry' And everywhere the broken-hearted