Lana Del Rey:
I want to be your object, of your affection
Give me all your time, touch, money, and attention
Pick me up after school, you can be my baby
Maybe we could go somewhere, get a little crazy
He’s rich and I’m wishin’, um, he could be my Mister Yum Continue reading →

Uh, uh

I can feel the bass, from the ceiling to the basement
I don’t feel a thing, get the fuck up out my face, bitch
I don’t feel a thing, yeah I’m faded, yeah I’m shaded
I don’t feel a thing, I can feel the bass, I can feel the bass Continue reading →

This is my story
My struggle uh
My bittersweet symphony
My pain… Check it;

Food getting lower Continue reading →

Lana Del Rey:
I want to be your object, of your affection
Give me all your time, touch, money, and attention
Pick me up after school, you can be my baby
Maybe we could go somewhere, get a little crazy
He’s rich and I’m wishin’, um, he could be my Mister Yum Continue reading →

Aye lady, got something for you to buy now
Something cool, something new
Something for you to try now
I know you feel alone but I’m gonna get you high now
Now that you high, take your clothes off, and lie down
Continue reading →

Crazy kids, understand
Out late, going crazy, kids innocent
Crazy kids, understand
Out late, going crazy, kids innocent

The girls just want fun Continue reading →

Woah, lord, shawty, just shut the fuck up
(30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga)
But I’m still gon’ pay you no attention
Gotta let you see this pussy, you gon’ miss it
I know you hear me on the radio
I know I’m better than your other hoes Continue reading →

I know I dream about her all day
I think about her with her clothes off
I’m ridin’ ’round with my system pumpin’ LSD
I look for ways to say: I love you
But I ain’t into makin’ love songs
Baby, I’m just rappin’ to this LSD Continue reading →

Ay, I have a message from the Most High that says
This negra kept his soul from the Devil
It’s true, I guess I mean, wait a minute now
Is your people really that God damn ign’ant? Really? Really?

Church bells and choir sounds, tell ’em: Quiet down Continue reading →

These other niggas so-so, they open off my mojo
Spanish Sophie with a half a kilo by her cho-cho
Blow it out your culo, who got dough on the smoke though
My partner had cinco now we blowin’ on that ocho
Bozos love my rose gold, purple got me slow-mo
Stuntin’ like I’m Dorothy but my rubies in my dough tho Continue reading →