Fingertips in the shape of a gun Raise it up to your heart, pow, done Ruby lips pop pink bubblegum Bye-bye baby, bye-bye sun
I'm Lana Del Rey from the U.S. of A. Godfather ordered up a hit from the grave You know why I'm here so I'm not gonna say Fucking up your life in every possible way
‘Cause criminals run, yeah the criminals run Criminals run the world Criminals run, yeah the criminals run Criminals run the world
Black bra, red dress, makeup on I'm the new politician It ain't rock but you done rolled Bye-bye baby, loser, I won
Lana Del Rey from the U.S. of A. A figment of your imagination
Criminals run, yeah the criminals run Criminals run the world Criminals run, yeah the criminals run Criminals run the world
All my boys, raise your voice, let me hear it L. Del Rey yay, wanna hear you cheer it
Criminals run, yeah, the criminals run Criminals run the world
We're in the future now You can't be weak Technology and money You have live life deadly
Criminals run, yeah the criminals run Criminals run the world Criminals run, yeah the criminals run Criminals run the world
All my boys, raise your voice, let me hear it L. Del Rey yay, wanna hear you cheer it
Criminals run, yeah the criminals run Criminals run the worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
