Adelaide
On a plane
Far from the United States
Of LA
Dropping in from
Son, look at all the people in this restaurant
What do
Smile
Like you've got nothing to prove
No matter what you might
Adelaide
On a plane
Far from the united states
Of LA
Dropping in from
Bitches ain't shit, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit but hoes
Oh no, love just leaves you bruised
If you want to
Well, my dog wears
A path in the same line
And lately
You were drunk and you were surely
In Latino lover mode
We
Yesterday I got so old
I felt like I could die
Yesterday
I know that you're in there
I can see you
You're saying
I'm 'trolling food court for girls
Yeah, it's the best job
Pale, pubescent beasts roam through the streets and coffee shops
Their
I must give the impression
That I have the answers for
