"Used To This" lyrics

'Cause I could get used to this, woah
I could get used to this girl, woah
Sex on the kitchen floor (To settle for)
Tell me you want some more (I just settle)
I could get used to this
Yeah, I could get used to this

I hit it once, it was pretty nice
Pretty girl with the pretty life
It ain't love, but I'll treat her nice
Before the night's over, I'ma fuck her twice
She likes high heels and good blow
Spill red wine on my new coat
Oh, but I don't even care, though
So replaceable

Yeah, I could get used to this, woah
I could get used to these girls, woah
Tables with pink champagne (Sippin' pink champagne)
Welcome to Penthouse 8 (In Penthouse 8)
I could get used to this
Yeah, I could get used to this

The old me at fourteen
Is living his dreams
He's gonna be so proud
But he don't know it now
Little rockstar
Little guitar
Don't fall apart

Something about this town not right
I've never felt pleasure like this in my life
She gets me high but she ain't a wife
No, no
And darkness filling up my mind
And now these thoughts of suicide
Get me help before they eat me alive, no

I'll never be used to this (Hey), woah
I'll never be used to this world, woah
By the time that I leave L.A
It'll go up in flames
I'll never be used to this
Used to this