[Intro]
Act 3, London, Ricky, its something

[Verse]
I don't think I told you if I'm gonna leave
All them days are over and we gonna bleed
Hawks fly over, nothing that we need
Red rover come over from a different breed
You know I can't be away from you anymore
And if I try to stray from you on the floor
Wild horse, my voice is hoarse
And I ain't messing with you fucks, or you whores
The room is being filled
1000 girls, 1000 thrills
Yeah my head is being filled
A couple drinks, a couple pills
And I ain't thinking 'bout nothing
I ain't thinking 'bout nothing
When the room is being filled
1000 girls, 1000 thrills