Lyrics:
The junction
The junction
The junction
The junction
Not another place to know
Get there quick any time we go
A van or a two dollar car ride
If it
I don't know, it's like I'm a mixed ball of emotions, and even though I've been really consistent
sometimes I'll take a step back and look
and they dancing just like Chris
Pockets heavy got me walking with a limp
I'm a fly chick, hop up on and take a trip
These Jimmy Choos that's on my feet
Come with me run from the stranger
Hurry please cause you're in danger
Can't you see I'll be your savior
(Run for your life)
Come with me run from
We'd laugh by your pool 'til dawn
Dancing and drinking, didn’t it mean something?
'Cause I’ve been here waiting on something to grab onto
Guess I can’t
You say: Let’s go see a movie
Let’s go out dancing, it’s Saturday night
You say: Let’s go see the Grand Canyon
I’ve got the car already packed
But
Apocalyptic midnight hour
Hit the gas, invigorate the car with power
Blast pass red lights as I take flight into the night
Bass booming, mind
soul in someone's rented car
Inside his pants he hides a mop
To clean the mess that he has dropped
Into the life of lithesome Juliet Bell
And Romeo
Girl, take my car keys
This pipe a jet pack
Throw up a peace sign
Rack on my left hand
Balmain no Levi's
Baby, I spend bands, yeah
Seeing through three
rots
But I get that crashing cars feel retro
To the sadness chasing metro
Who sold her clothes for Tame
Impala tickets at the gothic
And tea bags in your
lights and flashing cars, away
Don't want my love to feel
Like anybody else
You got that power babe
You got that by yourself
Oh yeah
I get it jumping
I
anyone
Used to take pictures of the sky thinking it meant something
I believed in a greater good incoming
But four years and sixteen candles
One psych
deal Sam
Selling cars by the ton
So what comes next
After Violet's three
A pistol popping punk
Named Mike TV
Cheer up Charlie
Just be happy alive
Youre
they out here starving
Shoot at the niggas feet have him dancing, doing the Carlton
You don't know me like you think you do
You don't know me like you
A is for the apple
Take a bite and spit it out
B is for bodega
Eating on your mama couch
Low bazooka with a Puerto-Rican chula
Says she working
cars on a beautiful summer's night
Yeah, me and Lil B taking dabs
Then I started crying, yo he's patting my back
Yeah me and Lil B in 8th grade
Me
like gold mines in Mozambique
Where the folks can't eat, so I stroll to a slow jam beat
Slow dancing, life's no Grand Prix
No race, no pace car
that they save
And mercy isn't always tame
He says by god it'll take one day off this decade
Tolkien made the best kind of war
Too bad he kissed it
She's looking in the mirror, dancing around the house
With a mess of clothes on the bed trying on outfits
She's acting out how the day is probably gonna
Everybody wants to feel those arms around them
To be rocked like a cradle by their mama, their lover, or the Lord
And hearts live on no matter how
everything I want
The girls are fighting for me
But everytime that I take one
Their indisposed poor old me!
Well, this is my life of sadness
This is the life
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