Lyrics:
said I have no time
And don't you pretend we didn't
Talk on the phone
My baby cried
She left me standing alone
She's so dangerous
The girl is so
you grow up, but you never change
Boujee bad vibe, from the East Coast (East Coast)
She told me that she loved me, I don't think so (think so)
Move
calling us (ch'yeah)
We can see the sunrise before us (yeah)
And when I'm in that thing, I'll make that body sang
(Deezle on the beat) I'll make you say
a chain
Bought a Cuban link, have him knock out your brain
She wanna have a Trust Fund Baby
Open up wide, girl, just face it
I ain't gotta say nothin',
you better run
Faster than my bullet
Ellen works a long day
Giving weird interviews in a slick
Cool sweater and it gets kinda weird
Yeah, calling us
if you have half-a-brain.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me, and escape.
yoga, if you have half-a-brain
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape
I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me
it, really, really need St. Tropez
You best believe it that I got to get away
I got a sister, man she really got a pin head
She think she kinky but
sailing by
Saskatchewan there's mud in your eye I'm leavin' you behind
There'll be hot-blooded mountain love to satisfy my soul
And the red pines will
Girl, I got a bad, bad reputation, but you do too
I done had warrants all over L.A
Said fuck it, that shit ain't important to you
She say she been
to fix the fire, but you know the damn thing's too old
It's been months now, since we heard from our Mary,
I wonder if she ever made the coast
Well,
closed
With a word she can get what she came for
She's buying the stairway to heaven
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you
like
Show up at your house without calling (calling)
Like doing something batshit, make you fall all in
She's where you're waking up
She's got you
Crazy in the brain that's
Why she always go crazy when
She hear my name that's
A shame cause being people really
Gets you beat up me
And my bitch had
face, you go
If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe
I be the richest, I be the richest
I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs
I
Lil' mama bad and she bad then a bitch, yeah
She got that stash in the bag, I can see it, yeah
I got a tab in the back, if you need, yeah
She fuck
I took a tour to Texas
And from Waco I called you
But day by day, no answer
And I'm Big Bluebonnet blue
I'm singing and they're dancing
But
done me honey
And when she does you like she'll do you, it ain't funny
You need some sympathy
But don't be calling me
Hey blame it on your lying,
There was rain in our window
The FM set was ragged
But she could talk, yeah
We learned to speak
And one year
Has gone by
Such a long long road
I got the blues from my baby left me by the San Francisco Bay,
The ocean liner's gone so far away.
Didn't mean to treat her so bad, she was
Two, three, four
Well, I came by your house the other day
Your mother said you went away
She said there was nothing that I could have done
some way
I'm having a real bad day
Said she was all moved in and her apartment,
Sure looked fine
Suggested I come by, and see her some time
Said
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
The one you love stopped by to see me today,
Said she just couldn't tell you she was goin' away
I took her to the station, and I held her as she
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