Lana Del Rey – Hit & Run lyrics

Hollywood and New York, mister Major Then there’s me Little queen of the stage He’s a God One the stars call creator Hail the king of the industry players Take off your business suit Sittin’ in your lap for my interview Hit and run Let’s hit and run Hit and run Hit and run Baby Hit and run Hit and run Pick me up in your white Lamborghini London town You’ll watch out While I’m singing Glamourize on the stage Boy believe me Keep your girl back No competing Eying you from across the room Watching me Wa-watching you Hit and run Let’s hit and run Hit and run Hit and run Baby Hit and run Hit and run You and me On a spree Takin’ over I'll obey; hey! Wanna be your soldier Hit and run Baby Hit and run Hit and run Oh oh oh You know this world is mean Nothing’s for free, It’s money and technology Together we’d be dead or late You know this world is mean Nothing’s for free Together we’d be dead or late Dead or late Dead or late Hit and run Let’s hit and run Hit and run Hit and run Baby Hit and run Hit and run You and me On a spree Takin’ over I'll obey; hey! Wanna be your so Hit and run Baby Hit and run Hit and run Explain Request ×

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