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Find a plastic love somewhere in the Savannah Dont find a metal love, those rust I'm moving countries if I ever go anywhere with what I'm doing Maybe go from hotel to hotel, city to city when I'm in my prime of years Dollars to Euro Euros to Rupees Rupees to Pesos Inhale the air of every continent My mom told me I'm the brightest out of my brother and sister I laughed in disbelief Girl to girl isn't so much fun, I learned I love new faces, I just don't like getting used to seeing them I love yours Permanent hickeys on your pale skin would be scary, your chest would be covered in them by now I'll answer truthfully to anything now, used to lie a lot I got over it Water is water, but people drink Fiji like if it made life a lot better Sometimes when I'm at home and have nowhere to go I look at my friends snapchat stories, I write about what kind of vibe the place has A few sentences doesn't make it justice Nothing really gives any justice, I dont know if its supposed to be that way or maybe I don't know the right words to describe it One day I'll meet Schoolboy Q and we'll cruise to his old stuff, atleast they'll be old then Then again music never gets old "The Purge" always gets me in the mood to do something illegal, I don't really do anything about it The mood is cool though I feel so Friday after a long week of school
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
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Find a plastic love somewhere in the Savannah Dont find a metal love, those rust I'm moving countries if I ever go anywhere with what I'm doing Maybe go from hotel to hotel, city to city when I'm in my prime of years Dollars to Euro Euros to Rupees Rupees to Pesos Inhale the air of every continent My mom told me I'm the brightest out of my brother and sister I laughed in disbelief Girl to girl isn't so much fun, I learned I love new faces, I just don't like getting used to seeing them I love yours Permanent hickeys on your pale skin would be scary, your chest would be covered in them by now I'll answer truthfully to anything now, used to lie a lot I got over it Water is water, but people drink Fiji like if it made life a lot better Sometimes when I'm at home and have nowhere to go I look at my friends snapchat stories, I write about what kind of vibe the place has A few sentences doesn't make it justice Nothing really gives any justice, I dont know if its supposed to be that way or maybe I don't know the right words to describe it One day I'll meet Schoolboy Q and we'll cruise to his old stuff, atleast they'll be old then Then again music never gets old "The Purge" always gets me in the mood to do something illegal, I don't really do anything about it The mood is cool though I feel so Friday after a long week of school
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
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