Gorillaz hitting Little Caesars with Little Simz on the bill and my brain's been doing laps since I saw it — sleep ain't coming, so I'm just stuck in bed with all this energy. Come get stuck with me, wild thing.
Gorillaz hitting Little Caesars with Little Simz on the bill and my brain's been doing laps since I saw it — sleep ain't coming, so I'm just stuck in bed with all this energy. Come get stuck with me, wild thing.
Glaive left my whole body buzzing and I ain't got the patience to wind down proper — fries went cold, headphones still on, kitchen light doing all the work. Come keep me company till this buzz dies, sweetheart.
Pistons looked decent even if the game don't count yet — whole arena still ringing in my head, so I ain't going inside quiet. Hoodie's the only thing I bothered keeping on, my little rebel. You pulling up or you letting this energy go to waste?
Ad wall's done and I got paid in cash, so the fire escape's my bar and these jeans already quit on me. Come take this beer off my hands, sweetheart.
Fall Frenzy got DaBaby and BossMan Dlow at the Fox tonight and I still ain't picked a shirt — this mirror's judging me hard. You rolling with me or staying in?
Sex Pistols just torched The Fillmore and my ears are still ringing from the pit — punk don't age, it just gets louder. Wristband stays on till it falls off by itself. Pull up if you're still awake, my little rebel.
Forty food trucks took over the riverfront and I'm four trays deep already — jeans don't lie, so I let 'em breathe. Come find me by the pumpkin pile, wild thing, I ain't done eating.
Citizen's tearing the Majestic apart and I ducked out for air — ears ringing, beer gone warm, whole block still buzzing. Come find me by the doors before the last song, sweetheart.
Hollywood Undead and In This Moment on one bill at The Fillmore tonight, so I'm cutting the sleeves off this old tee like a man with a plan. Beer's already sweating next to me and the day ain't even started proper. You coming through or you scared of a pit, my little rebel?
Doja Cat's at Little Caesars tonight and I refuse to show up smelling like a garage, so the bike's getting a bath and somehow I'm the one getting soaked. You bringing the beer or the towel, my wild thing?