40 Degrees

I don't have the answer But I have a plan I don't have the answer But I have a plan Let's go Ibiza and feed me the drugs I got the money, you bring something corrupt We're sick and tired but we can't get enough Drown in cocaine and pass out at forty degrees I don't have the answer But I have a plan I don't have the answer But I have a plan Let's go to Paris, la beauté est dans la rue L'éclat c'est moi et je t'aime moi non plus, bleh Let's go get stoned 'cause we love how it feels To sip champagne and pass out at forty degrees Forty degrees Forty degrees Forty degrees Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let's go Ibiza and feed me the drugs, oh yeah Let's go Ibiza and see where it's at, oh yeah I don't have the answer But I have a plan I don't have the answer But I have a plan I have a plan