Living in America I make it European
Roll a little something let me show you what I'm feeling
I've got views, I've got dreams
I've got things that I really wanna do
(Wanna do, wanna do)
Living on the internet it's a mausoleum
If I'm dead inside, tell me how come I can feel it?
I've got views, I've got dreams
I've got things that I really wanna do
And I said: Hi, have I met you before?
I smoked some good shit on the way now I'm feeling unsure
I think I'd like to know you
Sugar rush
Candy lips
Suck it up
I think I'd like to know you
Living in America I make it European
Do it how I want, blue sky is the ceiling
Feel the wind in my hair
Put the shots on the table boys pull
(Come on boys, pull)
Rock shows, ballrooms, it's a coliseum
If I'm too fucked up, how come I can feel it?
I'm the drums, I'm the lights, I'm a nine-inch nail
I'm a star
So I'm like: Hey, what's the deal? Close the door
I've got some good shit in my bag
And I know that it's pure
Come on now get to know me
Sugar rush
Candy lips
Suck it up
I think I kind of like you
I think I kinda like you
Rediscovery
I'm the same mother fucker that I used to be
Hell yeah
I think I kind of like me
So I said: Wait have I done this before?
It looks so different
But it's all that I wanted for sure
I think I'd like some more
Sugar rush
Candy lips
Suck it up
I think I really like you, you, you
Yeah, I do
I think I really like you
Hell yeah
I think I really like you
Living in America I make it European
Living in America I make it European
I've got views, I've got dreams
I've got things that I really wanna do
Living in America I make it European
Roll a little something let me show you what I'm feeling
I think I kind of like you
