Met my boyfriend down at the taco truck | Pass me my vape, I'm feeling sick, I need to take a puff | Imagine if we actually gave a fuck
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Met my boyfriend down at the taco truck | Pass me my vape, I'm feeling sick, I need to take a puff | Imagine if we actually gave a fuck
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Met my boyfriend down at the taco truck Pass me my vape, I'm feeling sick, I need to take a puff Imagine if we actually gave a fuck Wouldn't that be something to talk about for us? Caribbean blue in sweater weather I'm fallin' into you Although it seems I've gotten better I can be violent too That's why they call me Lanita When I get down like bonita Don't come find me in Reseda I'll go crazy Read my gold chain, says, "Lanita" When I'm violent, it's Carlito's Way Blood on my feet on the street I'm dancin' crazy Spin it 'til you whip it into a cream, baby Print it into black and white pages, don't faze me Before you talk, let me stop what you're saying I know, I know, I know that you hate me Honey, I got up so early And then, I got into the shower I was just able to go back to sleep for a hour and a half So that rocked, um, anyway I had this dream where, um, I don't know (Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss) You heard my baby's back in town now You should come, come over We'll be hanging around now You should come, come over Back, back to the garden We're gettin' high now because we're older Me myself, I like diamonds My baby, crimson and clover Oh God, I miss you on my lips It's me, your little Venice bitch On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss Callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss (yeah, yeah) Back in the garden We're gettin' high now because we're older Me myself, I like diamonds My baby, crimson and clover Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever Everything, whatever Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever Everything's whatever Oh God, I miss you on my lips It's me, your little Venice bitch On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss Callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss (yeah, yeah) If you weren't mine, I'd be (get high) Jealous of your love (drop acid) If you weren't mine, I'd be (never die) Jealous of your love (not tonight, bang, bang, bang) If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love If you weren't mine, I'd be (oh, God, I miss you on my lips) Jealous of your love (it's me, your little Venice bitch) If you weren't mine, I'd be (on the stoop with the neighborhood kids) Jealous of your love (callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss) (Mm-mm) Callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss (Mm-mm) Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss (Mm-mm) (Yeah)
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