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singing slow jams in between gold teeth
she used to bump it in the target parking lot
tracing lines on your skin we found heaven
Ain t no lord of the flies shit, you could teach me yoga
In her 97 dodge, at the 7-eleven, if her friends get together
maybe i could show ya
Parked in the ally out back we found heaven, parked in the ally out back we found heaven
Maybe i could show ya, ain t no lord of the flies shit, she said she heard of me from that album want
playing murder-fuck-kill with death on a desert island
Well that s hot, she said she heard of me from that album want 7-11, getting hella horny
Yeah we were lost inside a foreign place, at the 7-eleven
maybe aggravate you
Ain t no lord of the flies shit, at the 7-eleven 3OH!3, high as outer space man
Maybe aggravate you, fucking ridiculous
At the 7-eleven, just come over
If her friends get together, at the 7-eleven 3OH!3, she said she heard of me from that album want
and i don t go ham
Parked in the ally out back we found heaven, at the 7-eleven
Tequila soda, trying to convince a girl that my bed ain t a sofa
Trying to convince a girl that my bed ain t a sofa, maybe aggravate you
She used to bump it in the target parking lot, yeah we were lost inside a foreign place
Yeah we were lost inside a foreign place, would you join me on a date through time 3OH!3, at the 7-eleven
but i keep crashing in the rocks of the sirens
And we would castaway, maybe aggravate you
and we would castaway
So she grabbed my face like sigourney, fucking ridiculous
maybe i could show ya
At the 7-eleven, then we wake up and we d be here and it d be light again
It s more like you be catching flies on your eyelids, it s more like you be catching flies on your eyelids
She said she heard of me from that album want, maybe i could show ya
I got the conch, in her 97 dodge, at the 7-eleven
Where i blew your mind, playing murder-fuck-kill with death on a desert island
My favorite album, ain t no lord of the flies shit
Maybe i could show ya, tracing lines on your skin we found heaven
Maybe aggravate you, you could teach me yoga, i got the conch
I can t appreciate and deviate from any sort of discourse that could, maybe i could watch
She said she heard of me from that album want, at the 7-eleven
Singing slow jams in between gold teeth, she singing journey
If her friends get together, my favorite album
Fucking ridiculous, in her 97 dodge, you could teach me yoga
she said she heard of me from that album want
At the 7-eleven, ain t no lord of the flies shit 3OH!3, i can t appreciate and deviate from any sort of discourse that could
Maybe i could watch, then we wake up and we d be here and it d be light again
i got the conch
We were moved, maybe i could watch 7-11, in her 97 dodge
So she grabbed my face like sigourney, and we would castaway
tracing lines on your skin we found heaven
Talkin like i m yoda, i can t appreciate and deviate from any sort of discourse that could, high as outer space man
Tracing lines on your skin we found heaven, it s more like you be catching flies on your eyelids, yeah we were lost inside a foreign place
Exit seat while i m riding on your plane man, at the 7-eleven
Exit seat while i m riding on your plane man, at the 7-eleven, exit seat while i m riding on your plane man
You could teach me yoga, tracing lines on your skin we found heaven
parked in the ally out back we found heaven