What She Wants
Joseph Foreman
In the night time
She gets fucked up, sips from a cup, liquid runs down her top
She's thinking bout what she wants,
She's thinking bout what she needs
While she dances to the sound of the club's beat
She lights up a cigarette
She breathes in the toxic air, ash flies into her brown hair
She's thinking bout what she wants,
She's thinking bout what she needs
While the rain falls down on the concrete
Tell me,
Cause it's been on my mind all-day
Feeling a different way,
Thinking I got superpowers
Overpowered, small hours
Stuck in a fucking mental tower
In the night time, in the night time
Time
Time, time, time
Night time