Checkin', checkin', microphone checkin'
I'll tell you what you need to know
Holla, holla, gotta make a dollar
Time to put on a show
Many, many, one too many
People try to fill my shoes
But, see ya, see ya, see you 'round later
I'm about to make a move (I'm)

I'm a roller-coaster beyond belief
And what you need, what you really, really need
'Cause you're always coming back to me
Bring it back now

I'm a riot walking down the street
And what you need, what you really, really need
'Cause you're always coming back to me
Bring it back now

I'm a villain, villain 'bout to make a million
One too many records sold
(That's why I'm) chillin' while I keep on building
See you fuckers down the road (ah)
Better, better, feeling much better
Tonight I'll do it all again (cop that)
Tickin', tickin', time keeps tickin'
I'm rollin' up 'til the end
Bring it back now

I'm a roller-coaster beyond belief
And what you need, what you really, really need
'Cause you're always coming back to me
Bring it back now

I'm a riot walking down the street
And what you need, what you really, really need
'Cause you're always coming back to me
Bring it back now

Excuse me, Mr. Sir
I don't understand a word
Your enquiries are none of my concern
Excuse me, Mr. Sir
I don't understand your world
With all due respect, I'll best be on my way

And what you need, what you really, really
And what, and what you need, what you really, really
And what, and what you need, what you really, really need
'Cause you're always coming back to me
Bring it back now

And what you need, what you really, really
And what, and what you need, what you really, really
And what, and what you need, what you really, really need
'Cause you're always coming back to me
Bring it back now

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Marcus Thunberg Wessel, Salem Al Fakir, Tim Bergling, Vincent Fred Pontare