Mania

Yeah
Whoa-oh-oh (whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
Think my heart is still in Paris

Do you see the shit I'm wearing?
Louis for the after party
I'm just making an appearance
But I'm coming with the party pack
I just woke up with a demon
It's a party for no reason
We're just starting off the season
And she already wanna throw it back

Ooh, nothing is real, and we're born to die
If Hell's where we're going, we'll be alright, whoa-oh-oh
I'll take you tonight
Are you here for the ride?

Shawty wanna fuck with a star
She wanna feel the lights and the noise
And if she's only here for the clout
I gotta pass her off to the boys
I always got the lines and the pills
'Cause we don't really know how to feel
And I just let her fuck for the thrill
'Cause she don't want me for what's real
She don't want me for what's-

New York City, we just touched down
Poppin' molly in a penthouse
I'm about to blow her back out
Man, I can't believe this view is real
They escort me through the backdoor
No more pages in my passport
I might give her what she ask for
Can you blame her for the way she feels?

Ooh, nothing is real, and we're born to die
If Hell's where we're going, we'll be alright, whoa-oh-oh
I'll take you tonight
Are you here for the ride?

Shawty wanna fuck with a star
She wanna feel the lights and the noise
And if she's only here for the clout
I gotta pass her off to the boys
I always got the lines and the pills
'Cause we don't really know how to feel
And I just let her fuck for the thrill
'Cause she don't want me for what's real

Ooh, shawty wanna fuck with a star
She wanna feel the lights and the noise
And if she's only here for the clout
I gotta pass her off to the boys
I always got the lines and the pills
'Cause we don't really know how to feel
And I just let her fuck for the thrill
'Cause she don't want me for what's real
She don't want me for what's real



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Writer(s): Mike Strange
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