This is a song about "Millie go ou with me"

Yeah so if you wanna go with me

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Your words go right through me

They say nothings ever free

You would always go with your biys and leave me on my own,

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

You gotta go with your mission

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Supposedly i can't buy a drink, but they'll still go to war with me/

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

The dead society of a poet

Wait for me... nah just go with it

So i told them to go to the alley with me

Must be something you want me to see