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Adéla
"Prima"
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Released: September 4, 2026
Genre: Pop
TRACK LISTING :
01.Kgb
02.Nicole Kidman
03.I'm The Man
04.Boys
05.Red Bottoms
06.Hitachi
07.Fantasize
08.Starving Artist
09.Marijuana
10.Therapy
11.Ain't In La
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Track 01 - Kgb
Writer/S: Adéla Jargová, Billy Walsh, Alexandra Tamposi, Blake Slatkin, Dylan Brady, Harrison Smith
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Intro
K-G-Bi—
Verse 1
Staring At A Tv Screen Till I Got Bloody Eyes
Just A Little European Girl, Was Plotting On My Rise
Eighteen, Immigrated (Yeah), A Star In The Making (Yeah)
No, I'm Not Being Cocky, I Just Worked My Whole Life
Pre-Chorus
You Want A Popstar With A Big Bra For Them Big Hits
I Wanna Pop Off So These Big Mouths Can't Say Shit
I Was, Like, Eight, Working The Nightshift To Learn English
I'm Like A Spy, I Studied This Shit, Call Me The K-G-Bitch
Chorus
Call-Call Me The K-G-Bitch
Call-Call Me The K-G— Ah
I'm Like A Spy, I Studied This Shit, Call Me The K-G-Bitch
Call-Call Me The K-G-Bitch
Call-Call Me The K-G— Hehe
I'm Like A Spy, I Studied This Shit, Call Me The K-G-Bitch
Verse 2
Lurking On My , My Twittеr, And My
All My Og Haters, Yeah, They'rе Swinging From My Dick Now
Lurking On My , My Twitter, And My
All My Og Haters, Yeah, They're Swinging From My Dick Now
Pre-Chorus
You Want A Popstar With A Big Bra For Them Big Hits
I Wanna Pop Off So These Big Mouths Can't Say Shit
I Was, Like, Eight, Working The Nightshift To Learn English
I'm Like A Spy, I Studied This Shit, Call Me The K-G-Bitch
Chorus
Call-Call Me The K-G-Bitch
Call-Call Me The K-G— Ah (Ah)
I'm Like A Spy, Studied This Shit, Call Me The K-G-Bitch (Ah)
Call-Call Me The K-G-Bitch
Call-Call Me The K-G— Hehe (Ah)
I'm Like A Spy, I Studied This Shit, Call Me The K-G-Bitch (Ah)
Bridge
I'm Forward, I'm Foreign, Forgive The Way I Say This
I'm Pretty Important, Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
I'm Forward, I'm Foreign, Forgive The Way I Say This
I'm Pretty Important, Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
Chorus
Call-Call Me The K-G-Bitch (Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na)
Call-Call Me The K-G— Ah (Ah; Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na)
I'm Like A Spy, I Studied This Shit, Call Me The K-G-Bitch (Ah)
Call-Call Me The K-G-Bitch (Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na)
Call-Call Me The K-G— Hehe (Ah; Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na)
I'm Like A Spy, I Studied This Shit, Call Me The K-G-Bitch (Ah)
Outro
Call Me The—
Call Me The—
I'm Like A Spy, Studied This Shit, Call Me The K-G-Bitch
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Track 02 - Nicole Kidman
Writer/S: Adéla Jargová, Billy Walsh, Julia Michaels, Anna-Catherine Hartley, Blake Slatkin,
Dylan Brady
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Intro
Ooh, Ooh, Woah
'Body With Me
Ooh, Yeah, Ooh
You're So Good
Ooh, Ooh
Chorus
Every Single Night
I Pray That My Tits Are Sittin' Right
Moulin Rouge, My Corset Is So Tight
Baby Girl In Control, I Feel Like Nicole
And Every Single Day (Ah-Ah)
I Wake Up, The World Is My Buffet (Ah-Ah, Ah-Ah)
I Fly Out, Fuck Up Another Stage (Ah-Ah)
Baby Girl In Control, I Feel Like Nicole
I Feel Like
Verse 1
Ooh, Spent A Couple Hours In My Room
Should I Wear Louboutins Or Jimmy Choos?
Try 'Em In The Mirror, Fully Nude
Like, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh (Ooh)
My Bra Should Probably Be A Bigger Size
Maybe That's Why They Can't Look Me In My Eyes (They're Up Here)
Been A Minute Since The Driver's Been Outside
I Gotta Slide, Slide
Pre-Chorus
I Pull Up (Uh-Huh), Step Out (Uh-Huh)
Get Your Pictures 'Cause I'm Not Gonna Stay For Long
I'll Say, "Hi" (I'm Gone), Bye-Bye
Live Vicariously Through Me, Write My Life Like It's A Movie, Like
Chorus
Every Single Night
I Pray That My Tits Are Sittin' Right
Moulin Rouge, My Corset Is So Tight
Baby Girl In Control, I Feel Like Nicole (Ah-Ah)
And Every Single Day (Ah-Ah)
I Wake Up, The World Is My Buffet (Ah-Ah, Ah-Ah)
I Fly Out, Fuck Up Another Stage (Ah-Ah; Ah)
Baby Girl In Control, I Feel Like Nicole
I Feel Like
Verse 2
Don't (Don't, Don't) Interrupt Me
When I Talk My Shit, Don't Interrupt Me
'Cause Everything You Say Dictates It Back To Me (Uh-Ah)
That's Why I Put "Pop Princess" On My License Plate (Ah)
Pre-Chorus
I Pull Up (Uh-Huh), Step Out (Uh-Huh)
Get Your Pictures 'Cause I'm Not Gonna Stay For Long
I'll Say, "Hi" (I'm Gone), Bye-Bye
Live Vicariously Through Me, Write My Life Like It's A Movie, Like
Chorus
Every Single Night (Ah-Ah)
I Pray That My Tits Are Sittin' Right (Ah-Ah, Ah-Ah)
Moulin Rouge, My Corset Is So Tight (Ah-Ah)
Baby Girl In Control, I Feel Like Nicole (I Feel Like Nicole)
And Every Single Day (Ah-Ah)
I Wake Up, The World Is My Buffet (Ah-Ah, Ah-Ah)
I Fly Out, Fuck Up Another Stage (Ah-Ah)
Baby Girl In Control, I Feel Like Nicole
I Feel Like
Outro
Tonight (Tonight)
I'm So In Control (I'm So In)
Tonight (Tonight)
I Feel Like Nicole
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Track 03 - I'm The Man
Writer/S: Adéla Jargová, Billy Walsh, Caroline Furøyen, Blake Slatkin, Magnus Høiberg
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Intro
Verse 1
I Think I Got It From My Daddy
I Answer To Nobody
On My Knees For Nobody
But I Love 'Em Down On Me
Sometimes I Wanna Switch Position
I Make The Big Decisions
I Like A Boy Who Listens
Nod Your Head If You Agree
Pre-Chorus
Mm-Mm-Mm, His Face Is So Androgynous
We Kinda Look Alike, I'm Kinda Into That
Is That Weird?
Chorus
I'm The Man
In My Itty-Bitty Dress, Yeah, I'm The Man
It's True, I Like My Boys A Little Feminine
But We Both Understand
I'm The Man, I'm The Man, I'm The Man
Yeah, I'm The Man (I'm The Man)
And I Always Like To Have The Upper Hand
It's True, I Like My Boys A Little Feminine
But We Both Understand
I'm The Man, I'm The Man, I'm The Man
Verse 2
I Like To Take You Out To Dinner
I'm Wavin' Down The Waiter
No Need To Pay Me Later
Have The Driver Bring My Car
Why Don't You Come And Sit On My Lap? Slap On Your Ass
I Know You Like That, You're So Cute
It Really Takes A Confident Boy To Give In And Enjoy
And You Do (And You Do)
Mm-Mm, Mm
Chorus
I'm The Man
In My Itty-Bitty Dress, Yeah, I'm The Man (I'm The Man)
It's True, I Like My Boys A Little Feminine
But We Both Understand
I'm The Man, I'm The Man, I'm The Man
Yeah, I'm The Man (I'm The Man)
And I Always Like To Have The Upper Hand
It's True, I Like My Boys A Little Feminine (A Little Feminine)
But We Both Understand
I'm The Man, I'm The Man, I'm The Man
Outro
I'm The Man, I'm The Man
I'm The Man, I'm The Man
Mm-Mm-Mm (I'm The Man, I'm The Man)
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Track 04 - Boys
Writer/S: Adéla Jargová, Billy Walsh, Julia Michaels, Blake Slatkin, Dylan Brady
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Intro
(Where You From, Mami?)
(Little Baddie, Let Me See)
Verse 1
I Came To Dance, Just Me And My Girls
I See 'Em Starin', It's Nothin' New
I'm In A Trance, This Beat Is So Good
They're Closin' In Now, I Knew They Would
Pre-Chorus
It's Typical, It's Biological
The Way They're Starvin' For It, It's Diabolical
(What Up, Girl?)
Chorus
I Got Boys, Like A Vendin' Machine
I Just Press The Right Buttons And They Fallin' For Me
I Got Boys, And They're Stuck In My Teeth
I Try To, But They Stay Stuck Onto Me
I Got Boys
Boys, Boys, Boys, Boys
Boys, Boys, Boys, Boys
Interlude
Oh, My Girl, That Motherfucker Was, Like, Chasing After You
I Thought He Was Gonna Follow Us Into The Ladies' Room
I Know, Like (What The Fuck?)
He Was Following Us Around The Whole Club
(Bring The Beat Back)
Verse 2
Your Skinny Jeans, Too Much Cologne (Mm)
I Kinda Like It (Kinda Like It) Until I Don't
I Know You Want It, Your Friend, He Wants It
His Friend, He Wants It, And Him, And Him, And Him, And Him
Pre-Chorus
It's Typical, It's Biological
The Way They're Starvin' For It, It's Diabolical
(What, You Gotta Boyfriend?)
Chorus
I Got Boys, Like A Vendin' Machine
I Just Press The Right Buttons And They Fallin' For Me
I Got Boys, And They're Stuck In My Teeth
I Try To, But They Stay Stuck Onto Me
I Got Boys
Boys, Boys, Boys, Boys
Boys, Boys, Boys, Boys
Bridge
N.c.
Sis, Did He Want You Or Did He Want Me?
N.c.
Like He Was Switching Between Both
N.c.
I Don't Think They Even Care, I Think They Want Us Both
N.c.
They Just Want Someone (Boffa)
They Want Boff—Hahaha
Huh-Huh, Huh
Huh (Hey, Boys), Huh
Oh, My God (Oh, My God, Is That Him?)
I'm Just Tryna To Fix My Lip Liner, Bitch (Huh-Huh, Huh)
Bitch, Go Away, This Is The Ladies' Room
(What Y'all Doin' In There?)
Chorus
I Got Boys, Like A Vendin' Machine
I Just Press The Right Buttons And They Fallin' For Me
I Got Boys, And They're Stuck In My Teeth
I Try To, But They Stay Stuck Onto Me
I Got Boys (Boys), Boys (Boys), Boys (Boys, Boys, Ooh)
Boys (Boys), Boys (Boys), Boys, Boys
Outro
N.c.
(Hahaha)
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Track 05 - Red Bottoms
Writer/S: Adéla Jargová, Billy Walsh, Julia Michaels, Blake Slatkin, Dylan Brady
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Verse 1
Cuts Like A Knife, Call Me Your Wife
But It's Only On The Weekend
Kinda Feels Like You Want Me For Life
But It's Only When I'm Leavin'
My Worst Fear, You'll Disappear
After One Disagreement
Then I'm Grievin', Yeah
Pre-Chorus
I'll Say How I'm Doin' Dependin' On Who's Askin'
N.c.
I Can't Talk In Feelings, But I Can Talk In Fashion
Chorus
I'm Like My Red-Bottom Soles
You Can't Wear Me Out Too Many Times
Too Many Times
'Cause When The Red Starts To Go
Will You Love What's On The Other Side?
The Other Side?
Nobody Wants Dirty Shoes
Nobody Wants Dad Issues
Don't Wanna Feel Secondhand
Not When It Comes To You
I'm Like My Red-Bottom Sole
If I'm Not Perfect, Will You Say Goodbye?
You Say Goodbye?
Verse 2
Need To Know Your Love Won't Go
When I Got Lines And Creases
Hold The Weight Or Fold And Break
Dependin' On How I'm Treated
Give Me Time, Break Me In
Shower Me With Compliments
N.c.
If You Do, Then I'll Be Soft
N.c.
The Way That Leather Gets
Chorus
I'm Like My Red-Bottom Soles
You Can't Wear Me Out Too Many Times
Too Many Times
'Cause When The Red Starts To Go
Will You Love What's On The Other Side?
The Other Side?
Nobody Wants Dirty Shoes (Dirty Shoes)
Nobody Wants Dad Issues (Dad Issues)
Don't Wanna Feel Secondhand (Secondhand)
Not When It Comes To You
I'm Like My Red-Bottom Sole
If I'm Not Perfect, Will You Say Goodbye?
You Say Goodbye?
Bridge
I Say How I'm Doin' Dependin' On Who's Askin'
I Think I'm Too Fucked Up From Everythin' That's Happened (Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah)
I Say How I'm Doin' Dependin' On Who's Askin'
N.c.
I Can't Talk In Feelings, But I Can Talk In Fashion (Ah-Ha-Ah)
Chorus
I'm Like My Red-Bottom Soles
You Can't Wear Me Out Too Many Times
Too Many Times
'Cause When The Red Starts To Go
Will You Love What's On The Other Side?
The Other Side? (Oh, No)
Nobody Wants Dirty Shoes (Dirty Shoes)
Nobody Wants Dad Issues (Dad Issues)
Don't Wanna Feel Secondhand (Secondhand)
Not When It Comes To You
I'm Like My Red-Bottom Sole
If I'm Not Perfect, Will You Say Goodbye?
You Say Goodbye?
Outro
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Track 06 - Hitachi
Writer/S: Adéla Jargová, Billy Walsh, Julia Michaels, Dylan Brady, Blake Slatkin
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Intro
N.c.
Mm-Mm-Mm
Hm----Hm
Hm-Hm
Hm----Hm
Hm-Hm
Verse 1
Sittin' Down On Your Lap, Feel The Way You Hold Back
Don't Know Where Your Mind's At, Kiss Me
This Ain't A Home To Come To, Nothin' Left To Undo
If I Was Goin', Would You Miss Me?
Pre-Chorus
When I Just Want To Be There In Your Arms
Chorus
Baby, Used To Lock The Door And Never Leave The Bedroom
You Don't Wanna Lay Me Down Like You Used To
Oh, I Wanna Get Back, Wanna Get Back How It Was
Baby, Yeah, We Couldn't Even Stop To Turn The Lights Off
Now You're Sleepin' Next To Me With Your Clothes On
Oh, I Wanna Get Back, Wanna Get Back How It Was
You Used To Wanna Turn Me On, Wanna Turn Me On
Just Like My Hitachi Does
Instrumental
Verse 2
Desperation Set In, Anythin' To Not End
Bring Another Girl In Maybe?
I'm Breakin' All My Boundaries Just For You To Touch Me
'Member When You Used To Crave Me?
Pre-Chorus
Oh, I Just Wanna Be In There In Your Arms
Chorus
Baby, You Still Lock The Door And Never Leave The Bedroom
You Don't Wanna Lay Me Down Like You Used To
Oh, I Wanna Get Back, Wanna Get Back How It Was
Baby, Yeah, We Couldn't Even Stop To Turn The Lights Off
Now You're Sleepin' Next To Me With Your Clothes On
Oh, I Wanna Get Back, Wanna Get Back How It Was
You Used To Wanna Turn Me On, Wanna Turn Me On
Just Like My Hitachi Does
Bridge
Touch Me, Hold Me, Crave Me, Oh (Baby, I'm Waiting For It, Oh)
Touch Me, Hold Me, Love Me, Oh (Baby, I'm Waiting For It, Oh)
Touch Me, Hold Me, Crave Me, Oh (Baby, I'm Waiting For You)
Touch Me, Hold Me, Crave Me, Oh (Should I Be Waiting For It? Baby)
Chorus
You Still Lock The Door And Never Leave The Bedroom
You Don't Wanna Lay Me Down Like You Used To
Oh, I Wanna Get Back, Wanna Get Back How It Was
Baby, Yeah, We Couldn't Even Stop To Turn The Lights Off (Touch)
Now You're Sleeping Next To Me With Your Clothes On
Oh, I Wanna Get Back, Wanna Get Back How It Was
You Used To Wanna Turn Me On, Wanna Turn Me On
Just Like My Hitachi Does
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Track 07 - Fantasize
Writer/S: Adéla Jargová, Julia Michaels, Olivia Waithe, Blake Slatkin, Tom Parker
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Verse 1
Lately, I'm Lackin' A Sense Of Reciprocity
In Your Passion Every Night
Excuse My Distraction, I'm Findin' Other People
Strangely Attractive
Pre-Chorus
Why, My Eyes Are Wandering
You've Been Blind To The Obvious
And There's No Stoppin' It Now, Uh
Chorus
This Is The Part Where Human Nature
Fills Me With Need And Sways My Mind
This Is The Part Where I'm No Better
The More That I Fantasize (Ah)
This Is The Part Where Human Nature
Fills Me With Need And Sways My Mind
This Is The Part Where I'm No Better
The More That I Fantasize (Ah)
Verse 2
It's Gettin' Harder To Not Go Actin' Out My
Deepest Desires Every Night
And Why Should I Feel Bad About It?
If I Was Satisfied
Pre-Chorus
Why Would My Eyes Be Wanderin'?
You've Been Blind To The Obvious
I Think I Gotta Make It Clear, Uh
Chorus
This Is The Part Where Human Nature
Fills Me With Need And Sways My Mind
This Is The Part Where I'm No Better
The More That I Fantasize (Ah)
This Is The Part Where Human Nature
Fills Me With Need And Sways My Mind
This Is The Part Where I'm No Better
The More That I Fantasize
Bridge
Know We Shouldn't Really Do It
Uh, Uh, Uh
But Let Me Show You How To Do It
Uh, Uh, Uh
Know We Shouldn't Really Do It
Uh, Uh, Uh (Ooh, Yeah)
But Let Me Show You How To Do It
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh (Ooh, Ooh)
Chorus
This Is The Part Where Human Nature
Fills Me With Need And Sways My Mind
This Is The Part Where I'm No Better
The More That I Fantasize (Know We Shouldn't Really Do It)
This Is The Part Where Human Nature
Fills Me With Need And Sways My Mind
This Is The Part Where I'm No Better
The More That I Fantasize (Ah)
Outro
Ooh, Hey
Oh-Oh
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Track 08 - Starving Artist
Writer/S: Adéla Jargová, Billy Walsh, Julia Michaels, Blake Slatkin, Dylan Brady
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Verse 1
Sure You've Heard By Now
That I Am, I Am No Longer Locked Down
I'm Circlin' Back, I'm Back On Your Block Now
So If I, If I Come, Would You Come Out? Oh, Woah
Pre-Chorus
Oh, Only Below The Waist, Get Deep
Missing The Taste Of Me
Nothing Has Changed, I See
Oh, Woah-Woah
Oh, Only Below The Waist, Got Me
Up At Your Place, No Sleep
Nothing Has Changed, I See
Oh, Woah-Woah
Chorus
Hey, Do You Still Got The Same Apartment?
No Bed Frame? We Can Do It On The Carpet
Nothin' In The Bank, But You're Making Deposits
Eat Real Good For A Starvin' Artist
Hey, Do You Still Got The Same Apartment?
Gray Sweatpants, Only Thing In Your Closet
Nothin' In The Bank, But You're Making Deposits
Eat Real Good For A Starving Artist
Verse 2
I Can Trеat You For A Night (Ha)
Babe, It's Free, Just Take A Bite (Ha, Ha)
Fingеr Food Is What I Like (Ha)
You're So Well Off, Oh, Woah
Pre-Chorus
Oh, Only Below The Waist, Get Deep
Missin' The Taste Of Me (Missin' The Taste)
Nothin' Has Changed (Nothin' Has Changed), I See
Oh, Woah-Woah
Only Below The Waist, Got Me
Up At Your Place, No Sleep (Up At Your Place)
Nothin' Has Changed (Nothin' Has Changed), I See
Oh, Woah, Woah
Chorus
Hey, Do You Still Got The Same Apartment?
No Bed Frame? We Can Do It On The Carpet
Nothin' In The Bank, But You're Making Deposits
Eat Real Good For A Starvin' Artist
Hey, Do You Still Got The Same Apartment?
Gray Sweatpants, Only Thing In Your Closet
Nothin' In The Bank, But You're Making Deposits
Eat Real Good For A Starving Artist
Bridge
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Eat It (Ha)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Eat It (Ha, Ha)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Eat It (Ha)
So Good
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Eat It (Ha)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Eat It (Ha)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Eat It (Ha)
Chorus
Hey, Do You Still Got The Same Apartment? (No, Yeah)
No Bed Frame? We Can Do It On The Carpet (No, Yeah)
Nothin' In The Bank, But You're Making Deposits (No, Yeah)
Eat Real Good For A Starvin' Artist
Hey, Do You Still Got The Same Apartment? (No)
Gray Sweatpants, Only Thing In Your Closet (Oh, Yeah)
Nothin' In The Bank, But You're Making Deposits
Eat Real Good For A Starvin' Artist
Outro
Hey, Do You S— Hey, Do You S— Hey, Do You S— Hey, Do You S—
Hey, Do You Still Got The Same Apartment?
No Bed Frame? We Can Do It On The Carpet
Nothin' In The Bank, But You're Making Deposits
Eat Real Good For A Starvin' Artist
Hey, Do You Still Got The Same Apartment?
Gray Sweatpants, Only Thing In Your Closet
Nothin' In The Bank, But You're Making Deposits
Eat Real Good For A Starvin' Artist
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Track 09 - Marijuana
Writer/S: Adéla Jargová, Billy Walsh, Blake Slatkin, Isaac Eiger, Liam Hall
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Intro
(Ooh-Ooh-Ooh)
Why Don't You Roll The Windows Up? (Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh)
I Can't Smoke, I Have To Sing, But (Ooh-Ooh-Ooh)
I Don't Mind A Contact High (Ooh-Ooh-Ooh)
Chorus
Playin' Nirvana, Ride You In Your Honda
I Like How You Look At Me Like I'm The Next Madonna
Now You Wanna, Now You Want It Harder
I'm Like, "I Think I Like You Like You Like Marijuana," 'Juana
Post-Chorus
Baby, Ooh-Ooh
I Want You, Baby, Ooh-Ooh
Verse
I Wanna Rev Your Engine, Hop In, Take A Ride
Pch, Pull Over On The Right
Windows Fog Up, Write Your Name With Mine
In A Heart, You And Me For Life
Pre-Chorus
Tell Me I'm The One, Isn't It So Fun
To Think About What We Would Name Our Daughter And Our Son?
So Tell Me I'm The One, It Really Turns Me On
And Every Timе You Touch Me There, I Feel Likе, I, I, I
Chorus
Playin' Nirvana, Ride You In Your Honda
I Like How You Look At Me Like I'm The Next Madonna
Now You Wanna, Now You Want It Harder
I'm Like, "I Think I Like You Like You Like Marijuana," 'Juana
Post-Chorus
Baby, Ooh-Ooh
I Want You, Baby, Ooh-Ooh
Outro
Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh
Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh
Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh
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Track 10 - Therapy
Writer/S: Adéla Jargová, Dylan Brady
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No Capo
Intro
Mm
Mm-Mm
Verse 1
I Can't Really Sing
And I Can't Really Do Anything Right Now That I Want To Do
Uh, My Voice Doesn't Really Work
And I'm Kind Of Pissed Off
I'm Pissed Off At My Dad
And My Vocal Cords
I'm Wanna Move My Mom Out Here
But I Don't Have That Kind Of Money
So I Have To Talk To The People That I Have To Talk To
They Are Old White Men, And They're So Annoying
But They Hold The Keys To My Future, So I
Have To Do It Anyway 'Cause That Is How Life Works, Hm
(Mm) Mm
Chorus
It Feels Kinda Heavy Right Now, Mm
It Feels Kinda Messy Right Now
Verse 2
I Miss When My Little Sister Used To Call Me "Mom"
'Cause Now She Gets A Little Awkward When I Talk To Her
When I Left Home, She Was So Tiny
Now I Come Back, And She Is My Size
And That's Awful 'Cause She's My Baby
And She Grew Up, Grew Up Without Me
Chorus
It Feels Kinda Heavy Right Now
It Feels Kinda Messy Right Now
My Heart, Yeah, It Comes First Right Now, Mm
But It Feels Kind Of Messy Right Now, Hm
Outro
Mm
So What Do You Wanna Do With That?
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Track 11 - Ain't In La
Writer/S: Adéla Jargová, Billy Walsh, Theron Thomas, Blake Slatkin, Dylan Brady
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Intro
Uh, Back It Up, Subwoofers In The Trunk, And The
Uh, Gemstones In The Teeth Going Dumb, And The
Uh, Light The Cigarette With The Propane
Uh, Honda Civic Doin' Donuts In The Rain
Uh, Back It Up, Subwoofers In The Trunk, And The
Uh, Gemstones In The Teeth Going Dumb, And The
Uh, Light The Cigarette With The Propane
Uh, Honda Civic Doin' Donuts In The Rain
Verse 1
She Shares A Room With Her Younger Brother
Clothes Secondhand From Her Best Friend's Mother
Cut 'Em All Up, Yeah, She Got Her Own Style
Madonna On The Wall Next To Destiny's Child
Pre-Chorus
And She's All That
'Cause She Knows She's Beautiful, Uh
And She's Taught That
N.c.
Her Dreams Don't Live At Home
Chorus
Maybe Tonight, We Don't Gotta Run Away
It's All A Lie, The Baddest Bitches Ain't In L.a.
Enjoy The Ride, I Know That You Might Wanna Escape
It's All A Lie, The Baddest Bitches Ain't In L.a.
Refrain
Uh, Back It Up, Subwoofers In The Trunk, And The
Uh, Gemstones In The Teeth Going Dumb, And The
Uh, Light The Cigarette With The Propane
Uh, Honda Civic Doin' Donuts In The Rain
Verse 2
All Of The Girls In Them Unknown Cities
You're So Unique And Your Face So Pretty
Don't Look Like Anyone, You're Not Just Anyone
I'd Rather Be A Nobody Than To Be Like Everyone
Pre-Chorus
And You're All That
'Cause You Know You're Beautiful, Uh
And You're Taught That
Your Dreams Don't Live At Home
Chorus
Maybe Tonight, We Don't Gotta Run Away
It's All A Lie, The Baddest Bitches Ain't In L.a.
Enjoy The Ride, I Know That You Might Wanna Escape
It's All A Lie, The Baddest Bitches Ain't In L.a.
Refrain
Uh, Back It Up, Subwoofers In The Trunk, And The
Uh, Gemstones In The Teeth Going Dumb, And The
Uh, Light The Cigarette With The Propane
Uh, Honda Civic Doin' Donuts In The Rain
Outro
Maybe Tonight, We Don't Gotta Run Away (No)
It's All A Lie, The Baddest Bitches Ain't In L.a.
