Taco Truck x VB 가사

Met my boyfriend down at the taco truck Pass me my vape, I'm feeling sick, I need to take a puff Imagine if we actually gave a fuck Wouldn't that be something to talk about for us? Caribbean Blue in sweater weather, I'm falling into you Although it seems I've gotten better, I can be violent too, ooh Oh, that's why they call me Lanita When I get down like Bonita Don't come find me in Reseda, I'll go crazy Read my gold chain, says Lanita When I'm violent, it's Carlito's Way Blood on my feet, on the street, I'm dancing crazy Spin it till you whip it into white cream, baby Print it into black and white pages, don't phase me Before you talk, let me stop what you're saying I know, I know, I know that you hate me Honey, I got up so early And then I got into the shower I was just able to go back to sleep for, like, an hour and a half So that rocked, um, anyway (ah, ah) I had this dream where, hm, aha, I don't know (Sounding off, bang, bang, kiss, kiss) You heard my baby's back in town now, oh, no You should come, come over We'll be hanging around now You should come, come over Back, back to the garden We're gettin' high now because we're older Me, myself, I like diamonds Oh, baby, crimson and clover Oh, God, I miss you on my lips It's me, your little Venice Bitch On the stoop with your neighborhood kids Calling out, bang, bang, kiss, kiss (Ah, shatter) calling out, bang, bang, kiss, kiss (Ah, yeah) (ah, shatter) sounding off, bang, bang, kiss, kiss (yeah, yeah) Back in the garden We're getting high now because we're older Me, myself, I like diamonds But, baby, crimson and clover Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever Everything, whatever Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever Everything's whatever Oh, God, I miss you on my lips (I do, I do) It's me, your little Venice bitch (yes, it is) On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Calling out, bang, bang, kiss, kiss (Ah, shatter) calling out, bang, bang, kiss, kiss (Ah, yeah, ah, shatter) sounding off, bang, bang, kiss, kiss (yeah, yeah) If you weren't mine, I'd be (get high) Jealous of your love (drop acid) If you weren't mine, I'd be (never die) Jealous of your love (not tonight, Lake Placid) If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love (yeah) If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love If you weren't mine, I'd be (oh, God, I miss you on my lips) Jealous of your love (it's me, your little Venice Bitch) If you weren't mine, I'd be (on the stop with the neighborhood kids) Jealous of your love (calling out, bang bang, kiss, kiss) (Mm, mm) calling out, bang, bang, kiss, kiss (Mm) sounding off, bang, bang, kiss, kiss (Mm) yeah