Music: Kris Evan Säde/Hugo Martin Maasikas/Henry Orlov/Asena Gedizli
Yeah...
Pretty lies
And smoking mirrors driving on them city lights
In my mind there's nothing else but you and I
And you should know that I'm the antisocial type...(Hmm)
In the skies
And I always wait until it's behind those eyes
And all I make is trouble in your paradise
Paradise...
In your paradise
All I make is trouble, you know---
(♪Drop♪)
All I make is trouble, you know
(♪Drop♪)
And all I make is trouble, you know---
(Ooh~)
Thotties
Hello bodies
Fellas so naughty
But pussy on tsunami, you're the one, and only
Come put it on me
Wish you were lonely
Don't want me to like you, lowkey
Need it like you...
I'ma need it like you
Ah~~
(Oh-no, oh~)
In the skies
And I always wait until it's behind those eyes
And all I make is trouble in your, paradise
Paradise...
In your paradise
And all I make is trouble, you know......
(Ooh...)
All I make is trouble in your, paradise...
Ooh~
Oh-no, oh~