The Thrill - Wiz Khalifa, Empire Of The Sun

Searching for the thrill of it, thrill of it

Say that it’s love, but to me it’s looking counterfeit

I get done with one, and move right on to another bitch

Yeah, college educated, she graduated

Any bill she can’t front, her parents paid it

The show was far, you the only one with a car

And your girlfriends, but being that she’s a big fan, of course she made it

Most girls wanna hide the fact that the thrill, they chase it

But you, just wanna get drunk tonight and fuck someone famous

So I just name a time and a place and your game for it

Value player, hotel room, meet you there

Walking on a dream

How can I explain

Talking to myself

(Just travelin' the world)

Will I see again

(Tryin' different drugs and girls)

We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it

Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it

On and on and on we are calling out and out again

Never looking down, I’m just in awe of what’s in front of me

And I’m addicted to champagne

Fuck the room, we buy the whole wing

Bitches I Taylor Gang that

They just wanna know where the planes at

(Take the little one outta there

Or like, just turn it down

And then I’m um probably just gonna go back smoke another one in an hour

Just get real airy, fuckin' dreamy and shit)

Wake up drunk, go to sleep fucked up

We both amazed at what we just done

Mixing drinks, knowing we’ll regret this

Ain’t been asleep yet, room service bringing us breakfast

All this money, darling, what else is left to do

But smoke and enjoy my presidential view

Got a swimming pool in my living room

On stage, interviews, tons of sour, let’s consume

We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it

Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it

On and on and on we are calling out and out again

Never looking down, I’m just in awe of what’s in front of me

And I’m addicted to champagne

Fuck the room, we buy the hallway

Bitches I Taylor Gang that

They just wanna know where the planes at

And I’m addicted to champagne

Fuck the room, we buy the hallway

Bitches I Taylor Gang that

They just wanna know where the planes at

(What's this?

Burn after rollin?

Yeah, that’s what it is

Until I drop the next one

It’s just that)

(Catch me I’m falling down

Catch me I’m falling down)

Don’t Stop…

Just keep going on

I’m your…

Shoulder to lean upon

So come on…

And deliver from inside

All we got is tonight

That is right, till first light!

(I'm stoned

This is what, mix tape number 6?

7?

I don’t know, but um, good weeds still in the building

Your bitch still hittin me on whatever I use on the computer these days

Everything’s going how it’s supposed to be

Yes, Taylor Gang over everything…)