She was part of the Air Force, I was part of the bandI always used to bust into her handIn my, my, my imaginationI was living my best life, living with my parentsWay before the paying penanceAnd verbal propellants and my, my, my cancellationHm, yeahAnd I fell in love with a boyIt was kinda lameI was Rimbaud and he was Paul VerlaineIn my, my, my imaginationSo many cringes and heroin bingesI was coming off the hingesLiving on the fringes of my, my, my imaginationOh, yeahEnough about me now"You gotta talk about the people, baby"But that's kind of the ideaAt home, somewhere I don't likeEating stuff off of motorbikesComing to her lookalikesI can't get the language rightJust tell me what's unladylikeI know some Vaccinista tote bag chic baristasSitting in east on their communista keistersWriting about their ejaculations"I like my men like I like my coffeeFull of soy milk and so sweetIt won't offend anybody"Whilst staining the pages of the nationOh, yeahA Xanax and a Newport"I take care of my kids", she saidThe worst inside of us begetsThat feeling on the internetIt's like someone intended itA diamond in the rough begets the diamond with a scruffYou getI ironically woke? The butt of my joke?Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny blokeCalling his ego imagination?I've not picked up that in a thousand four hundred daysAnd nine hours and sixteen minutes, babeIt's kind of my daily iteration
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She was part of the Air Force, I was part of the band
I always used to bust into her hand
In my, my, my imagination
I was living my best life, living with my parents
Way before the paying penance
And verbal propellants and my, my, my cancellation
Hm, yeah
And I fell in love with a boy
It was kinda lame
I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
In my, my, my imagination
So many cringes and heroin binges
I was coming off the hinges
Living on the fringes of my, my, my imagination
Oh, yeah
Enough about me now
"You gotta talk about the people, baby"
But that's kind of the idea
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
Oh, yeah
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
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
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