Lyrics Tina - scaletta

Flying through the clouds
This is how we roll (All Night)
But listen, this is how it goes
Just a dream, another fantasy
It don't have to be like this
Why do you make me sing like Chris?

Money, money
This is funny
Tina Turner calls you mommy
Falling from the clouds, someone help me
Here I am, right back to you, I'm sorry
This must feel like tax to you
I'm trying to change
I'm trying to be better
No matter the weather
I'm giving up my soul
What do you do for me?
It's the little things that make me smile
Haven't felt this way in quite a while
Trust me baby, I can style
Out, wildin' out
Let it go, wildin' out
Wildin' out, let it go
Wildin' out