White mountains lining up the sky
You blow it like a kiss
Till there's mountains in your eyes
Blue lines, pretty baby, white lies
You shoot it up your heart
Like in movies
When the world isn't enough
There's white lines because you made it snow
Red lines coz you don't know how to go slow
And your crazy eyes singing the blues
They roll back and back to me
And baby you start to say:
"We made it out, but were the last thing from free
Old states are dying like the honeybees
We're the renegades, the rubble, the remains
Take me downtown in your winter cocaine"
All your boys say "yayo"
All my girls say "yayo"
Yayo, yes you, yayo
That's what your baby says
My golden hoops dance around my face
You finger them like they a band you not playing in
Cracked so many rocks with that hand
Only you make every day a winter wonder land
There's white lines because you made it snow
Red lines coz you don't know how to go slow
And your crazy eyes singing the blues
They smile and smile at me
And baby I start to say:
"We made it out, but were the last thing from free
Old states are dying like the honeybees
We're the renegades, the rubble, the remains
Take me downtown in your winter cocaine"
All your boys say "yayo"
All my girls say "yayo"
Yayo, yes you, yayo
That's what your baby says
White lines, bad daddy
Gold hoops, pretty baby
Records on repeat
Mr Johnny and Cola Light
Mmmm Mmmm pretty daddy
Mirror sinners, white monsoon
Cherry mouths, little pussycat
Gold hoops, pretty baby
Your records on repeat.
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Beat Poetry
कविताModern 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...
