Taco Truck x VB

Met my boyfriend down at the taco truck

Pass me my vape, I'm feeling sick, I need to take a puff

Imagine if we actually gave a fuck

Wouldn't that be somethin' to talk about for us?

Caribbean Blue in sweater weather, I'm falling into you

Although it seems I've gotten better, I can be violent too, mm

Oh, that's why they call me Lanita

When I get down, I'm Bonita

Don't come find me in Reseda

I'll go crazy

Read my gold chain, says "Lanita"

When I'm violent, it's Carlito's Way

Blood on my feet, on the street

I'm dancing crazy

Spin it 'til you whip it into a cream, baby

Print it to black and white pages, don't phase me

Before you talk, let me stop what you're saying

I know, I know, I know that you hate me

Honey, I got up so early

And then I got into the shower

I was just able to go back to sleep for an hour and a half

So that rocked, um, anyway (ah, ah)

I had this dream where, um, aha, I don't know

(Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss, kiss)

You heard my baby's back in town now

You should come, come over

We'll be hanging around now

You should come, come over

Back, back to the garden

We're gettin' high now because we're older

Me, myself, I like diamonds

Oh, baby, crimson, and clover

Oh God, I miss you on my lips

It's me, your little Venice Bitch

On the stoop with the neighborhood kids

Callin' out, bang bang, kiss, kiss

(Ah, shatter)

Calling out, bang bang, kiss, kiss

(Ah, yeah, ah, shatter)

Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss, kiss (yeah, yeah)

Back in the garden

We're gettin' high now because we're older

Me, myself, I like diamonds

But, baby, crimson, and clover

Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever

Everything, whatever

Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever

Everything's whatever

Oh, God, I miss you on my lips

It's me, your little Venice Bitch

On the stoop with the neighborhood kids

Callin' out, bang bang, kiss, kiss

(Ah, shatter)

Calling out, bang bang, kiss, kiss

(Ah, yeah, ah, shatter)

Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss, kiss (yeah, yeah)

If you weren't mine, I'd be (get high)

Jealous of your love (drop acid)

If you weren't mine, I'd be (never die)

Jealous of your love (not tonight, Lake Placid)

If you weren't mine, I'd be

Jealous of your love (yeah)

If you weren't mine, I'd be

Jealous of your love

If you weren't mine, I'd be (oh, God, I miss you on my lips)

Jealous of your love (it's me, your little Venice Bitch)

If you weren't mine, I'd be (on the stoop with the neighborhood kids)

Jealous of your love (calling out, bang bang, kiss, kiss)

Mm

Callin' out, bang bang, kiss, kiss

Mm

Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss, kiss

Mm (yeah)