RoadTrip

Beautiful People / Best part Of Me / Blow

RoadTrip


LA on a Saturday night in the summer
Sundown and they all come cut
Lamborghinis and their rented Hummers
The party's on, so they're headin' downtown

You look stunning, dear
So don't ask that question here
This is my only fear, that we've become

Beautiful People
Drop top, designer clothes
Front row at fashion shows
Surrounded, but still alone
Let's leave the party

That's not who we are
(We are, we are, we are)
We are not beautiful
Yes, that's not who we are
(We are, we are, we are)
We are not beautiful

My lungs are black, my heart is pure
My hands are scarred from nights before

But, she loves me, she loves me
Why the hell she love me
When she could have anyone else
Oh, you love me, you love me
Why the hell d'you love me
'Cause I don't even love myself

Baby, the best part of me is you
Lately, everything's makin' sense, too
Oh, baby, I'm so in love with you

I'm feelin' like a bullet
Jumpin' out a gun
I'm feelin' like a winner
I feel like the one

Oh, I wanna call you fever, baby
You can set a fire on me
Hot damn, pop it like a pistol, mama
You got me down on my knees, begging please

I'm comin', baby
I'm comin' for you, yeah
Locked (locked), loaded (loaded)
Shoot my shot tonight
I'm comin', baby
I'm comin' for you
Pull my tigger, let me blow your mind