Project your hologram head to the earthquake asking is it real?
It’s been real since always and I can prove it
I can prove it right now

That’s why we gotta go fast fly
Quicker than the angels down to the city
Brave for the battle little star

What do we get when we get there?
Probably blood and pain
What do you say should we start it
Doing like they do it on the radio baby?

I feel so doomed and sick
And I gotta get a good night’s sleep
You can wake me for your love
Just turn it up so I can hear you scream

I never kiss and tell
But you are the american dream
Sundrenched, ya, with grit and sweat
Dressed in tamarindo and tangerine

With your voice guilt tastes like champagne

It’s already half a secret
And there’s nothing I could say
That could keep me from lying like a snake
I’ll write songs for your face if I can’t touch your skin
Just creep in my sleep and let the damage begin boy

See what we get when we get there?
Running for blood and pay
What do you say should we start it?
Do it like they do it on the radio bay bay

I feel so doomed and sick
And I gotta get a good night’s sleep
But you can wake me for your love
Just turn it up so I can hear you scream

I never kiss and tell
But you are the American Dream
Sundrenched, ya, with grit and sweat
Dressed in Tamarindo and Tangerine

You left that boy in a hurry over four years... who’s the artist now?
Grazie mille pour le bracelet
I'll see you under the sea
And my youth
Wasted on online depression
On ONLINE DEPRESSION
...

I feel so doomed and sick
But I’m trying hard as I can be
Cuz my heart has caught on fire
Now I got u on my mind
U r gasoline

I never kiss and tell
But you are the American Dream
Sundrenched, ya, with grit and sweat
Just blazing through my life
Come n take me like
Pow pow pow