Petty Thug - Millionaire

I could fly over, you could make me feel much better

We could sweep this night under a rug

Yeah you know I’m nothing but a petty thug

I could fly myself over

So we could rub against each other

We could fuck and you could change my world

Yeah i know you’re just a little naughty girl

Will i make the same mistake

Or did i learn something last time?

I don’t know why--just cannot wait

Bucket’s too full, we’re in season tonight

I don’t know why--i get distracted

By your big fat sex and throw love

Love so soon out of my system

The romance horror and the fake bliss that comes with it

It’s just not me, it’s just not me, it’s just not me, it’s just not me,

it’s just not me, it’s just not me

This love’s not me, this love’s not me