TARANTINO versuri

Versuri PLVTINUM – TARANTINO lyrics

Babygirl at home and she covered in blow
Daddy’s penthouse in historic SoHo
She looked just like a star, she an OG Van Gogh
Think she wanna fuck, but what the fuck do I know?

Got a fashion degree, she at FIT, 23 (twenty-three)
Too fucked up to speak, one OAK every week, practically
Spirituality, practice what she preach (on her knees)
Sad, but make it chic, She a modern Greek tragedy

Bend it how I like, we can hit the château
Told her that it’s mine, but it’s still in escrow
I threw her on the bed, slipped her out thе bandeau
Hands around my neck, purple coating my throat

(Likе ooh) Going cookoo, losing my mind
I think I’m through with women who love me
You can spend the night, then you gotta go home
My life is a movie, it’s a Tarantino

Poppin’ Benzo’s, but she’s not diagnosed
Got baggage like Louis, got more issues than Vogue
She’s cuttin’ up coke, she’s been cuttin’ it close
Tellin’ me secrets only her therapist knows

Got a fashion degree, she at FIT, 23 (twenty-three)
Too fucked up to speak, one OAK every week, practically
Spirituality, practice what she preach (On her knees)
Sad, but make it chic, She a modern Greek tragedy

Bend it how I like, we can hit the château
Told her that it’s mine, but it’s still in escrow
I threw her on the bed, slipped her out the bandeau
Hands around my neck, purple coating my throat

(Like ooh) Going cookoo, losing my mind
I think I’m through with women who love me
You can spend the night, then you gotta go home
My life is a movie, it’s a Tarantino

(Yeah) She Tarantino
(Ooh) My life is a movie, it’s a Tarantino