I watch her put her high heels on She's goin' out Snort a fat line, she's gone And I'm in doubt of whether she's a come back home In this town Hollywood'll eat your soul And spit you out like I watch her fuck me in the mirror We acting up Feel my heart in my chest Can you hear it pump? Pouty lips, bright red cheeks I'm lust drunk Love to hear my baby breathe, ooh It keeps me up like You've got all my time to kill And I know it's just a sugar pill, ooh But it make me feel good, yeah And I'm not much for talkin', aye Rather keep it to the point And there's not a lot of plank to be walkin', aye So I'mma keep it to the point