Supersonic

(What?) (That was really mean how that person said yes... (I think, I think, I think, I think... Your fan base loves you and I don't know if they love me.) (But no... This person left) (Wait) I got gold falling out of my mouth You got me falling into your arms And every song I write about you is your favorite And then you tell me I'm your favorite Then you kiss me in the basement Lay me on the pavement Say you want a baby But baby I'm too lazy But I can't really blame you (But I can't really blame ya) Cuz sometimes I just say shit too (If you can dream it. You can achieve it) Come be my best friend I don't care What you call it You can Come be my best friend So mid air Like I'm falling And we play supersonic-acrobatic-rocket-powered-battle-cars And all we ever talk about is Getting rich with this guitar And I-I-Imm So fucking happy that you're mi-i-inee (Yeah) Well 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 21st before...) 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 falling (3) (2) (1) (Liftoff) Mmmmmmm You're supersonic babyyyyy (Wait) Mmmmmmm You're supersonic babyyyyy