She was part of the Air Force I was part of the band I always used to bust into her hand In my imagination I was living my best life Living with my parents Way before the paying penance And verbal propellants And my cancellation
And I fell in love with a boy It was kinda lame I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine In my imagination So many cringes and heroin binges I was coming off the hinges Living on the fringes of my imagination Enough about me now "You gotta talk about the people, baby"
Now I'm at home - somewhere I don't like Eating stuff off of motorbikes Coming to her lookalikes
I can't get the language right Just tell me what's unladylike
I know some Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas Sitting in east on their communista keisters Writing about their ejaculations
“I like my men like I like my coffee Full of soy milk and so sweet it won't offend anybody” Whilst staining the pages of the nation
A Xanax and a Newport “I take care of my kids” she said
The worst inside of us begets that feeling on the internet It's like someone intended it A diamond in the rough begets the diamond with a scruff You get Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke? Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke Calling his ego imagination?
I've not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days And nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe It's kind of my daily iteration
Yeah, I'm already bored but looks amazing It's very hard to stay yourself and also speak properly I think there should be sheep with us in the performance As a reference to Orwellian grouphink theory, not really Will just look cool, but also that I supposeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
