Lyrics:
Funny, how you turned red
When I first said let's join the dead
Funny, I was driving by
Feeling really high, it made me cry
Funny, there were
I was standing on the wall feeling ten feet tall
All you maggots smoking fags on Santa Monica Boulevard
This is my front page. This is my new rage
California, I don't wanna know what's on your
Mind!
Little bit at a time
Stop!
Drive right by my dads old house
( Santa Anita )
Dragon fruit, I make the sprouts
Monica right at the Huntley hotel
I'm off the CC but this no Chanel nah nah nah
I been way too focused working on the brand god damn
Ran the numbers
on Castro and Halsted
Here we are on University
Santa Monica Boulevard
In Boystown, in Boystown
Where the boys are pretty and the men are pretty down
In
Don't need to flip a brick I had a good foundation
Chanel on my lips, the Monica sensation
Butterfly effect, all out of my creation
Took it and they
Sike nah, never dat, I heard you was a good girl
Something like an acrobat
Yeah I’m tryna master that
And like Monica, I keep it to myself (ooh, I keep
Monica
These diamonds, these diamonds, you so in love (so in love)
These dollars, these dollars, I count it up (count it up)
You know that I got enough
The room was all lit by computer screens
Like a silent otherworldly discotheque
Rolling on the sea in the middle of the night
Newhaven to Dieppe
Oh Monica
Shine, shine on me one last time
Inspire me by design
Let all the stars align
I begin to see the glory and stand
Stand in the hot white sand
See
Sarah and Monica
Rewind the days and take the memories from the haze
To nights when I saw four planets floating side by side in eyeline skies
And all
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
No shirt Lenny Kravitz, Smurkio goin' Travis
Know what I did I ain't braggin'
Feelings hurt, movin' backwards
Santa
ah, ah, ah
And now I'm in a plane to New York
And I don't know how do they name those feelings
And I don't know how to be on a plane
Without
I wake up and have nothing doing
And if I must chop I must work
Baba no pass me by funmi le to titi ginger me oo yea yea
Kilegbe when am spending
small lady go make go feeling sum type away oh
Type away oh
The way you play w my head go make go jara re oh
Jara re oh
Fine small lady go make go feeling
thoughts and I am walking by
On Third Street, the freakshow thrives
Santa Monica's alive, but
Something's not so right inside
Living with the news
do wrong
I get up in my feelings roll a blunt up that's a new song
kickback listen to R&B like Monica I'm too gone
I think I need to put the gas down
And I wish, and I wish, and I wish And I wish, and I wish, and I wish
I met this girl on the pier with Santa Monica She said her name was Monica, had
misfit
I roll it round my mind
Last long weekend we were hoonin' around
Had a party round at Monica's place
She played Mozart with my feelings
Mary-Jane, puff and then elevate
Grab a puff adder by the neck, I'm a renegade
Be around people who want to be around you
Be around people you want to be
Speed of light at my heels
& all I catch is shadows of you
So gone my monica, met you on floors we leave
Bass fills your floor this eve, sweat
Feeling that I have
You know when that feeling hit
It’s hard to ignore by any means it has got to be explored
That kinda feeling keeps you down and indoors
baby
(I've got a burning desire)
Every Saturday night I seem to come alive for you, baby
Santa Monica, I'm racing in the lights for you, baby
I
pushed Bishop off the roof)
It's that Paul Walrus, I got a lot of monikers
Fresh from Santa Monica gettin' blowed like harmonicas
That smoke got me
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