I looked outside at the man stood by the door of a black 4x4 His arms were crossed his shadow passed across my porch I said to him “you must be mistaken, this is not my car” And he pulled out a pistol and grabbed me by the arm He leaned in real close and briefly hesitating he said “I'd advise you don't keep Miss Jenner waiting” He threw me in the car and drove west out into the hillside I pulled hard on the doors but I was already locked inside
Kendall Jenner's waiting Kendall Jenner's waiting
We pulled up to the Four Seasons on Sunset, Beverly Hills, they Dragged me across the white tiles, put me into room 323 I rode 18 floors to the penthouse suite A young blonde girl handed me my room key I went inside Sure enough Kendall Jenner was lying out on the bed In a Four Seasons bath robe with dark circles under her eyes and a Four Seasons hand towel wrapped around her head I shut the door I took a seat next to Kendall, next to the bed, on the floor She slowly uncrossed her legs and lifted up her head Lit a cigarette, looks at me and said “Baby, I'm all strung out on Netflix and 5HTP My whole adolescence has been broadcast on TV I can't feel a thing when anybody touches me And I'm lighter than air When I take off all this jewellery” She got up from the bed Took a seat on the couch Went to the bedside table Pulled out a letter knife I jumped up but she just lifted it up to the sky Stabbed herself in the face Right between the eyes Kendall Jenner is bleeding all over this couch It's gonna take a lot of bleach To get all these stains out Kendall Jenner is bleeding all over this couch It's gonna take a lot of bleach To get all these stains outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
