H. Locklear
I'll be Tommy Lee and you can be Heather Locklear
La la la la la la la la la whoa whoa whoa alright that's a little Rough
Alright I got it
All this time that I thought it was us never knew
That you was all in a rush peep my face girl it's so flushed
Look at your face but it's so blushed wipe my nose
You make my flows the cold wind blows but I play in the snow
Want you no mo' bring you back to my shows you
I chose whoa I breath you in but you don't come out
Make me feel like my nose got a drought make me see double like
I'm looking at the Sprouse how how
One day you got too much for me now you out here clutching me one day
You'll be dead to me on the count of Three
All my thoughts are clear turned into a monster now there's no way out of here
You're all that I can hear I'll be Tommy Lee and you can be Heather Locklear
What can it be I treat you like you vitamin D DOA in an SUV
Feel like Nikki Sixx but's Tommy Lee
Yeah I never wanted you look where you brought us to feels
Like my brain is stew you got me Prada shoes
I don't know how to choose you got me hella views got me all on the news yeah
You got my spirit gone you got me feeling raw gimme a bloody nose but I hit you
I think everybody knows but it ain't true shameful painful graceful faithful hateful wasteful
I just hate to waste you so I just have to taste you
All my thoughts are clear turned into a monster now there's no way out of here
You're all that I can hear I'll be Tommy Lee and you can be Heather Locklear
La la la la la la la la la whoa whoa whoa alright that's a little Rough
Alright I got it
All this time that I thought it was us never knew
That you was all in a rush peep my face girl it's so flushed
Look at your face but it's so blushed wipe my nose
You make my flows the cold wind blows but I play in the snow
Want you no mo' bring you back to my shows you
I chose whoa I breath you in but you don't come out
Make me feel like my nose got a drought make me see double like
I'm looking at the Sprouse how how
One day you got too much for me now you out here clutching me one day
You'll be dead to me on the count of Three
All my thoughts are clear turned into a monster now there's no way out of here
You're all that I can hear I'll be Tommy Lee and you can be Heather Locklear
What can it be I treat you like you vitamin D DOA in an SUV
Feel like Nikki Sixx but's Tommy Lee
Yeah I never wanted you look where you brought us to feels
Like my brain is stew you got me Prada shoes
I don't know how to choose you got me hella views got me all on the news yeah
You got my spirit gone you got me feeling raw gimme a bloody nose but I hit you
I think everybody knows but it ain't true shameful painful graceful faithful hateful wasteful
I just hate to waste you so I just have to taste you
All my thoughts are clear turned into a monster now there's no way out of here
You're all that I can hear I'll be Tommy Lee and you can be Heather Locklear
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Writer(s): Collin Roach
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