Lyrics

I'm gonna beat you Running or not How is this easy when You are coming last? Whoa, whoa Only obsessions Keep me occupied My kingdom repetition Protects me from my mind Whoa, whoa You make the colors speak and You light the lights Oh, you make me wanna I'll be taking your place Whoa, whoa Sweet bitter sweet, my favorite flavor Sweet bitter sweet, my favorite flavor Sweet bitter sweet, my favorite flavor Disorder is in order Now you walk on round But I'm coming with you There's no nobody else Whoa, whoa Sweet bitter sweet, my favorite flavor Sweet bitter sweet, my favorite flavor Sweet bitter sweet, my favorite flavor