He is a vintage drug
And he tastes like methamphetamine
He rolls his cigarette when it gets heavy
Born to f*ck up everything
Wildest peace of shit but still attractive
Oh oh he is the one I want
Oh oh he is the one that makes me mad
He means the whole wide world
To me and all the pretty girls
I have ever
I will run run for you
I will run run to you
He is a mix of seasons senses and memories
My momma told me to stop
Otherwise I will lose it
I can't stop my self from loving him
I don't know myself when he is around me
Oh oh he is the one I want
Oh oh he is the one that makes me mad
He means the whole wide world
To me and all the pretty girls
I have ever
I will run run for you
I will run run to you
Seen
I put my make up on
My nails are pretty
Seen
I feel pretty, gosh so pretty
I would run run run for you
I would run run run to you