Island breeze and lights down low
Baby I get mystified by how this city screams my name
Happy, free, confused, lonely
My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in
Chaos, revelry
(bumpin’ that)
I’m drunk on the top of the car
“I love you”, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?
It’s okay if we sin ‘cause I know hell doesn’t want me
Doin’ it all night, all summer
Yo sigo en el yate
Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
Who is Taylor Swift anyway
I got smarter I got harder in the nick of time
Fly me to the moon
He doesn’t even go here
Who could ever leave me darling, who could stay?
Happy birthday
I polish up real Nice
Wannabe Z-lister