| Searching for the thrill of it, thrill of it, Say that it's love, but to me it's looking counterfeit, I get done with one and move on to another bitch Yea college educated, she graduated Any bill she can't front, her parents paid it The show was far, you the only one with a car And your girlfriends, but being thats shes a big fan, of course she made it Most girls wanna hide the fact that the thrill they chase it But you just wanna get drunk tonight and fuck someone famous So I just name a time and a place and your game for it Value player, hotel room, meet you there [{background}:] {Walking on a dream How can I explain Talking to myself} Just travelin' the world {Will I see again} Tryin' different drugs and girls {We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it On and on and on we are calling out and out again Never looking down, I'm just in awe of what's in front of me} And I'm addicted to champagne Fuck the room we buy the hallway Bitches I Taylor Gang that They just wanna know where the planes at Take the little one outta there Or like, just turn it down And then I'm um probably just gonna go back smoke another one in an hour Just get real airy, fuckin' dreamy and shit Wake up drunk go to sleep fucked up We both amazed at what we just done Mixin' drinks, knowin we'll regret this Ain't been asleep yet, room service bringin' us breakfast All this money, darlin, what else is left to do But smoke an enjoy ... |
