RP10!

If you don't fuck with Evil Empire, well then, you're just a bitch-ass trick
I know you still just think about me
And I know you still just dream about me
So where do we go from here

We've been working so hard together
don't throw it away so soon
We just hit Malibu any weather
Been vacationing since June

R.P., R.P. 10 is my jam
Been jamming all afternoon
Runways, runaway after runaway
I'm taking straight flights to you

You've been running away all summer
I've been walking with sticks like a drummer
Staring into the dark, what a bummer
So where do we go from here

She got those ripped jeans, acne, how do I know
She wanna meet me, freak me, see how I glow
We go to Rodeo, send that bread through the phone
Send that bread through the phone

I know you still just think about me
And I know you still just dream about me
So where do we go from here