(Feat. Mr. Probz)
(WILLEM)
Six o'clock in the morning, city deserted
Call for a booty call, but no one wants to hear it
Walk past my house ex
I would prefer to be with her, but that thought drives me crazy.
So I hail a cab,
see my sunken cheeks in the mirror
Been going too fast lately
Sucker for love, king of the nightclub
Surrounded by chicks who want to hang for the fame, hang for the fame, crawling around me like fucking snakes, tears rolling down my heart, I love my pain hidden, that's why I laugh with them
They want to hang for the fame, hang for the fame
It's actually not that strange
I'm a sucker for love, king in the discotheque < br/>(Big 2)
You said your heart was broken right,
And that's why I gave you mine
I would have kept it for myself anyway,
If I knew you would disappear with it
Now I walk around in an empty house
Only a mirror looking back at me
Black hole in my soul that sucks me dry
What the city is like again after the silence presents
Full pride, my chest puffed out
I don't miss you (I don't miss you, I don't miss you)
But still, every step forward is related to you
I knew that Don't
Make no mistake, I got some bad bitches around here
And maybe one every night,
Cause I'm a sucker for love, king of the nightclub
Surrounded by chicks who want to
Hang for the fame, hang for the fame
Template like fucking snakes around me
Tears roll down my heart so down
My pain I keep it hidden that's why I laugh with them
They want to hang for the fame, hang for the fame
It's actually not that strange
I'm a sucker for love, king in the discotheque
(Mr. Probz)
Just a little while until the sun rises,
The nights are getting longer
Feel everything slipping from my hands
The same song again and I don't hear anything different
One more once before the sun rises
The nights are getting longer
By myself in a room full of people.
Surrounded by chicks who want to
Hanging for the fame, hanging for the fame
Trumbling around me like fucking snakes
Tears rolling down my heart
I keep my pain hidden that's why I laugh with them
They want to hang for the fame, hang for the fame
It's actually not that strange
I'm a sucker for love, king in the disco

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