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 something 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, ooh

Oh, that's why they call me Lanita
When I get down like 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 till you whip it into white cream, baby
Print it into 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, like, an hour and a half
So that rocked, um, anyway (ah, ah)
I had this dream where, hm, aha, I don't know
(Sounding off, bang, bang, kiss, kiss)

You heard my baby's back in town now, oh, no
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 your neighborhood kids
Calling out, bang, bang, kiss, kiss

(Ah, shatter) calling out, bang, bang, kiss, kiss
(Ah, yeah) (ah, shatter) sounding off, bang, bang, kiss, kiss (yeah, yeah)

Back in the garden
We're getting 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 (I do, I do)
It's me, your little Venice bitch (yes, it is)
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids
Calling out, bang, bang, kiss, kiss

(Ah, shatter) calling out, bang, bang, kiss, kiss
(Ah, yeah, ah, shatter) sounding 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, mm) calling out, bang, bang, kiss, kiss
(Mm) sounding off, bang, bang, kiss, kiss
(Mm) yeah