Lady Gaga - Stache

Princess die high, princess high die
Where’s my stache high, want to get high guy

I need my, have you seen my
I can’t find my

Where’s my stache, can you feed my love
Cannabis, can you feed my love
Where’s my stache, where’s my stache
Cannabis, high princess

There’s no exit, we’re in Jean-Paul Sartre
Hope you don’t think, my obsession is awkward Princess high die, princess die high
Princess high die, princess die high

There’s no particular thing that I want (want, want)
There’s no particular drug that I love (love, love)
But when I can’t find my stache, I give up (up, up)
I need to deal with myself and get messed up (messed up, messed up)

Where’s my stache, can you feed my love
Cannabis, can you feed my love
Where’s my stache, where’s my stache
Cannabis, high princess, where’s my stache

DJ Zedd, Anton, turn it up
Let’s party, let’s get messed up
Let’s get messed up, let’s get messed up
You’re so messed up, psychotic music head