[Verse 1 Will Money] Fantasized bout this back in Wisconsin Going fullbore Hunter S. Thompson Trunk full of drugs and Im on one Female attorney ridin shotgun 15 miles out of Barstow Quick pit stop, dip into the cargo The conversation started getting heavy Im apprehensive about turning 27 Cause thats the age when so many of the good ones died Only way Ill kill my idols is with suicide Honestly, if I was Nostradamus Id predict I go out like David Foster Wallace Always thought he looked like Cobain Guess they had the same wish to feel no pain Shes doing key bumps of cocaine And trying to cheer me up with some road brain I want fame in the worst way And I want that shit like last Thursday And even though this is our first date Want you to help me see my 28th birthday [Hook Lana Del Rey] Dont make me sad Dont make me cry Sometimes love is not enough And the road gets tough I dont know why Keep making me laugh Lets go get high The road is long We carry on Try to have fun In the meantime Want to take a walk on the wild side? Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain You like your girls insane So choose your last words This is the last time Cause you and I We were born to die [Verse 2 Will Money] Yeah, the drama of the gifted child Fell behind with a head start of 50 miles Cause I could never wait in single file Thats why theyll probably find me facedown on the kitchen tile Feel like you understand what I went through To really be yourself, you gotta invent you But if I see you going down I might preempt you Cause I dont want to be the next Ted Hughes [Hook] [Verse 3 Will Money] Said you were bipolar before that shit was trendy Dropping Lbombs even though you just met me Its scary but its kind of sexy Want to fill you up so maybe you wont feel empty Let the molly take the edge off the acid You lick your lips, smile, and tell me that my cocks massive Monsoonal flow, bet you cant stay dry The lights of the Strip feel like daylight [Hook]
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