The media called

They wanna be friends

The girls that I called

They’re out for my head

I’m running out of games

To keep me from bed

I stick to myself

And end up lonely instead

I think I’m good to be single

Cause my love just isn’t there

I put out better singles

But I feel so unfair

And now I can’t stop

I feel I might commit

If she says she wants to do it

Maybe I just might forget

That I lost you

That you were gone for good

And if I saw you

Only god knows what I’d do

Put your face on, look good for the camera

I’m so cool, I get money from the freelance

Figure it later, you got 24 hours

Run, run they got get ya, run, before they get ya

My car is so electric

We’re speeding to the club

It feels so hedonistic

But I just wanna fuck

I took too many things

Now I can’t catch my breath

If she sees me counting lines

Then I’ll just tell her to forget

That I lost you

That’s why I never think before I do

Put your face on, look good for the camera

I’m so cool, I get money from the freelance

Figure it later, you got 24 hours

Run, run they got get ya, run, before they get ya

Put your face on, look good for the camera

I’m so cool, I get money from the freelance

Figure it later, you got 24 hours

Run, run they got get ya, run, before they get ya

Put your face on, look good for the camera

I’m so cool, I get money from the freelance

Figure it later, you got 24 hours

Run, run they got get ya, run, before they get ya

Put your face on, look good for the camera

I’m so cool, I get money from the freelance

Figure it later, you got 24 hours

Run, run they got get ya, run, before they get ya