Lyrics:
find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
If only in my dreams
Mmh
Lana Del Rey
Kacey Musgraves
Break em off some
Yeah
Good cop, good cop, rollin' with that bad cop
What you doing boy, turning that blood clart
Buck shot shot, they fire
the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams if only in my dreams
Mmm
Lana Del Rey kacey Musgraves
Kacey Musgraves!
(Three, two, one, action)
Well, the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was the robber
Well, the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was the robber
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
I was born
Well, the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was the robber
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
on Friday night
By a transit cop looking to fight, he said
Yo yo from the CIA, and I'm
Yo yo what an artist said, they're going
Yo yo yo!
Yo yo yo!
here
I don't shop at the mall, all y'all just
Dumb mothafucka
I'm a goddamn artist
You can give me some markers and I'll draw you a closet
And you
you know I had to cop that foreign
(She got on that bad bikini, when we in the Lamborghini)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
(She from
Stand on the bar, stomp your feet, start clapping
Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
no idea what it means
But that isn't the story we're here to tell
On this arguably festive winter's evening
Kacey Musgraves is getting ready for her
nigga at Coachella
Bad chick ride with me to Coachella
She on my team 'cause the Coach better
I be the flyest nigga at Coachella
I be the highest nigga
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
last ride
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I
Wheezy outta here
Rose gold seat on a fucking helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you
I remember doin' 10 over the limit would just get you a ticket
Just an inconvenience gettin' stopped
Bad cops played the jury, made the good ones
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I hate to be
had to cop that foreign (cop that foreign)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
(She got on that bad bikini, when we in the Lamborghini)
Mamelodi born artist Born artist Mamelodi born artist
Mamelodi born artist
Mamelodi born artist
Mamelodi born artist Born artist Mamelodi Born artist
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