Supersonic

What?

That was really mean how that person said "yikes"

I think, I think, I think, I think your fans just love you

And I don't know if they'll love me

No, dude, 'cause this person left

What?

Uh-oh

Uh

I got gold fallin' out of my mouth

You got me fallin' into your arms

And every song I write about you is your favorite, yeah

And then you tell me I'm your favorite (Oh my God, you're my favorite)

And then you kiss me in the basement, lay me on the pavement

Say you want a baby, but baby, I'm too lazy

And I can't really blame you (And I can't really blame you)

'Cause sometimes I just say shit too ('Cause I get irritated)

Come be my best friend

I don't care

What you call it

You can (What?)

Come be my best friend

So mid-air

Like I'm fallin'

We play Supersonic Acrobatic Rocket-Powered Battle-Cars

And all we ever talk about is gettin' rich with this guitar

And I'm so fνckin' happy that you're mine, yeah

Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?

Ain't it funny how we don't have any money?

But you don't sweat, worry that head

You can lay in my bed, honey, you're my favorite

I just hope you had a great time for your legal queen

Come be my best friend

I don't care

What you call it

You can (What?)

Come be my best friend

So mid-air

Like I'm fallin'

(Three, two, one, let's go)

What?