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it's such a beautiful day
it's such a beautiful day outside
the sun is shining
it'll be alright
she's such a beautiful girl
she's such a beautiful girl inside
the sun is shining
but i can taste the night
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Lately
01:45
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lately i'm not sleeping
i'm not breathing without machine
lately my heart's been breaking
my heart's been breaking through the seams
shut me off
shut me up
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Lollapalo$er
05:50
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all them basic biddies lined up round the block
urban outfitters neon halter tops
untrimmed bangs to hide bloodshot eyes
with molly dreams and hollow minds
something in the night is calling her out
red lights spotted upon the bow
her sailor's tongue knows naught but the obscene
my ratchet queen, my ratchet queen
all she wants to know is when will the bass drop
menthol cigarettes when she's completely sauced
2 chainz lyrics tattooed on her inner thigh
more meat stuffed in her than a shepherd's pie
something in the night keeps calling her name
echoes in the turnt up hall of fame
swallowing the trap like it's soylent green
my ratchet queen
my ratchet dream
* rave 4eva *
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doot
03:45
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thought we were dancing in the waves
we were standing in our graves
bleaching in the malibu sun
i heard you starting to say
that you're liking the way
the ocean breeze feels through your chest
isn't it funny the face
with our flesh peeled back
our heart beating sounds way fainter now
before they smash us to dust
or the worms eat us up
we gotta break from this pinewood city
we're dried up
calcium and collagen is all that's left of all our friends
we're dried up
and all the taphonomic studies say we better get our asses out of this place
eye sockets sallow and tired
china limbs clattering hard
we're tryna dance before they're cleaning out their closets
our bones are white like the sun
our future's in museums
they're tryna figure out our living and our mating habits
how can we ever relax
the constant clicking and clacks
don't understand the physics of what's holding us together
and we dream of the days
we'll watch the sunset and say
do you remember what we used to put ourselves through
a girl and kids
fresh coat of skin
we'll run our hands through our hair
the brisk sting of mountain air
small lives small town
v chill friends round
we gotta hope that our souls
don't flee through the gaps in our bones
we're dried up
calcium and collagen is all that's left of all our friends
we're dried up
and all the taphonomic studies say we better get our asses out of this place
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You don't know what's in store
But you know what you're here for
Close your eyes
Lay yourself beside me
Hold tight
For this ride
We don't need no protection
Come on love
We don't need attention
Open your hand
Take a glass
Don't be scared
I'm right here
Even though
You don't roll
Trust me girl
You wanna be high for this
Take it off
You want it off
'Cause I know what you're feeling
It's okay, Girl I feel it too
Let it beat
Baby breathe
I swear I'm right here
We'll be good
I promise, we'll be so good
Open your hand
Take a glass
Don't be scared
I'm right here
Even though
You don't roll
Trust me girl
You wanna be high for this
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work all day play all night
i know what you really like
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Welcome to Los Angeles
06:15
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we could talk about the weather
we could spend the night together
could we make this last forever
i'm surrounded by all these beautiful people
who haven't said one thing i wished i'd heard
every syllable is like having teeth pulled
but they know game of thrones word for word
and i won't find
someone to prove me wrong
i guess we're back to the weather
dialogue neither crass nor clever
this half-filled beer is keeping me tethered
is there nothing there whatsoever?
she made me breakfast and i spent some money
we called the car service to get us back to town
holy hell do we have aspirin honey
somehow we both knew it wouldn't work out
and i won't find
someone to prove me wrong
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Call the Ponies
03:24
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The Warhorse Los Angeles, California
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