It's weather made for cigarettes and snow
Deadly heaven how bright she glows
You like your baby on rocks around a pool
Drop it high and I'll pick it up low
Snortin, whorin the way you like me yeah
Come on down to the wild side
In your arms, I slip and slide
Cherry cola and the winter's hot
Hell just don't mean a thing if it's you I got
We go high and we go low, baby goes harder than he knows
Dropping ice like an acid trip, lace my lips in your white coat
Florida, Miami, we owned ya' they couldn't control ya
Baby wears his business suit and we're doing deals in the backseat
Come on down to the wild side
In your eyes I hover and glide
Lemon drops, bikini tops and its all cool
Jail don't mean a thing if its with you
Yeah you, Yayo
Wild side lets get wild for the night
With you, yayo
You know what they all say
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Beat Poetry
PoetryModern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set against the pop culture of America, the high of Cubano, the Lolita age where the gl...
