This is like the perfect music to think, it's like an elevator music but you're going to the 50th floor. It's made me realise I have no thoughts though. I don't need no, no, no, no, no, I don't know where to live. I don't need no, no, no, no, no, I don't know where to live. Which way to go? When I was walking through the hustle city lights. I was a devil in a small city and said you're going the wrong way. Because I know that I'm all mine. I don't need no, no, no, no, no, I don't know where to live. I am so blind that I see the world. 1, 2, 3, hey! I had a good job and I left. I had a good job and I left. I left because I thought it was right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left. Then on Twitter there's the whole I want to be a rockstar girlfriend. But yeah, the difference between me and all those tweets is that I'm the rockstar, not my boyfriend. I'm not the rockstar's girlfriend, I'm the rockstar girlfriend. Do you get what I mean? Like I'm not the accessory to the rockstar, I'm the rockstar. Do you get what I mean?