I got my headphones on, on the back of the six
I got my hood pulled up cause my hair isn't fixed
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
I got my fake best friends in the palm of my hand
I got my head buried deep in some heavenly sand
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
I'm all lit up from the bridges I burned
Walk the talk like a dog in a fight
The rules, they fade away
Every day and every night
Come on, baby, spin the bottle
I'm fucking like a supermodel
From New York, Tokyo, Paris and Rome
I'm always late with nowhere to go
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
I got my war paint on and I'm picking a fight
I would have called you back, but my phone always dies
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
I'm all lit up from the bridges I burned
Walk the talk like a dog in a fight
The rules, they fade away
Every day and every night
Come on, baby, spin the bottle
I'm fucking like a supermodel
Come on, baby, spin the bottle
I'm fucking like a supermodel
I'm fucking like a supermodel