Jumping beans,
itchy fiends.
Pop a couple
and feel like a queen.
Slave to the high,
I like to lie...
I don't know why.
Sunglasses in the dark,
I ain't no fuckin' narc.
Party till my heart drops,
or until the neighbors call the cops.
**** me softly,
or not.
I don't like to talk.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
Jumping beans,
itchy fiends.
Pop a couple
and feel like a queen.
Slave to the high,
I like to lie...
I don't know why.
Sunglasses in the dark,
I ain't no fuckin' narc.
Party till my heart drops,
or until the neighbors call the cops.
**** me softly,
or not.
I don't like to talk.