The Hills

Young man on the road he's doing promo You said keep our business on the low-low I'm just tryna get you out the friendzone 'Cause you look even better then the photos I can't find your house send me the info Driving through the gated residential Found out I was coming sent your friends home Keep on tryna hide it but your friends know I only call you when it's half-past five The only time that I'll be by your side I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up that's the real me When I'm fucked up that's the real me, yeah I only fuck you when it's half-past five The only time I'd ever call you mine I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up that's the real me When I'm fucked up that's the real me, yeah I'ma let you know and keep it simple Tryna keep it up, don't seem so simple I just fucked two bitches, 'fore I saw you You gon' have to do it at my tempo Always tryna send me off to rehab Drugs start to feeling like it's decaf I'm just tryna live life for the moment And all these motherfuckers want a relapse I only call you when it's half-past five The only time I'll be by your side I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up that's the real me When I'm fucked up that's the real me, yeah I only fuck you when it's half-past five The only time I'd ever call you mine I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up that's the real me When I'm fucked up that's the real me, yeah Hills have eyes, The Hills have eyes Who are you to judge? Who are you to judge? Hide your lies, girl, hide your lies Only you to trust, only you I only call you when it's half-past five The only time I'll be by your side I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up that's the real me When I'm fucked up that's the real me, yeah I only fuck you when it's half-past five The only time I'd ever call you mine I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up that's the real me When I'm fucked up that's the real me, yeah

Frosted tips and tennis bracelets, Lamborghini's and gold Party hard every weekend, stacks of money on the floor Beach house in Malibu, white yachts, private jets Girls like me wish to experience I can't, let go of Dreams of places with smiles and eyes that always shine Work hard, get paper Cause my life begins in the Hills Birkin bags filled with Gucci watches, Prada wallets and speed Money can't fight demons, and they've been catching up to me I'm a rich girl getting everything, swiping tags with my soul Is this really the experience? Wait don't tell me, another party at the skyline, but The sky's getting boring now I need something more exciting Drugs doing overkill That's not gonna stop me from trying Just wanna feel again But I can't, let go of Dreams of places where smiles and eyes are filled with lies Work hard, get paper Cause you'll be here for life in the Hills But I can't, let go of Dreams of places where smiles and eyes are filled with lies Work hard, get paper Cause you'll be here for life in the Hills I just wanna live