And you're not gonna reach my telephone Stop callin', stop callin' Stop telephonin' me 'Cause I'll be dancin' I left my head and my heart on the dance floor 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub I'm kinda busy I don't wanna think any more

Do you think you can find it And a place to rest my head Said all I need is the air I breathe Better than you have it Well bless my soul You're a lonely soul Cause you wont let go Of anything you hold Well all I need is the air I breathe

You're living in a fantasy world I got a message I can’t read, I got a message I can’t read Another message I can’t read I've lost my way Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea I got a message I can’t read Being the first in the Irish Sea I got a message I can't read

You’re still in my car, in my head You’re still in that t-shirt on my bed You completely disappeared, You could be a million miles from here, You’re doin’ fine from what I hear, lately. I guess you found your destiny, If this is really how it’s meant to

But you’re in my head I do it for I do it for you Now you’re in my head And it’s outta my hands When you’re in my thoughts I don’t wanna pretend And I lose control, with you I do it for

But you’re in my head I do it for I do it for you Now you’re in my head And it’s outta my hands When you’re in my thoughts I don’t wanna pretend And I lose control, with you I do it for

Downtown’s dead without you Girls walk by and friends say hi Then Friday night it might as well be just another Tuesday night without you As long as you’re still in my head There ain’t a way that I can paint a ghost town red Downtown’s dead, downtown’s

Downtown’s dead without you Girls walk by and friends say hi Then Friday night it might as well be just another Tuesday night without you As long as you’re still in my head There ain’t a way that I can paint a ghost town red Downtown’s dead, downtown’s

'Cause they will always kick you when you're down Love for my love, hate for my hate Strength for my strength, pain for my pain Pride for my pride, match it inside You have to trust in yourself You must believe in yourself You have to follow your heart

You're just like all the bitches I know I know, I know Why do you know all the bitches I know? Monsta's gon’ tear it up All she ever wanted was my heart to hurt No attachments, just a Gucci purse She know I'm mad rich, she think I'm usin’ her My diamonds