PLVTINUM - Tarantino lyrics
[PLVTINUM - Tarantino lyrics]
Baby girl at home and she covered in blow
Daddy's penthouse in historic Soho
She look 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
Too fucked up to speak
1 OAK every week, practically
Spirituality
Practice what she preach
On her knees
Sad but make it chic
She a modern greek tragedy
Spend it how I like
We can hit the chateau
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 cuckoo
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 benzos
But she's not diagnosed
Got baggage like Louis
Got more issues than Vogue
She's cutting up coke
She's been cutting it close
Telling me secrets only her therapist knows
Got a fashion degree
She at FIT
23
Too fucked up to speak
1 OAK every week, practically
Spirituality
Practice what she preach
On her knees
Sad but make it chic
She a modern greek tragedy
Spend it how I like
We can hit the chateau
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 cuckoo
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
It's a Tarantino
My life is a movie
It's a Tarantino
Daddy's penthouse in historic Soho
She look 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
Too fucked up to speak
1 OAK every week, practically
Spirituality
Practice what she preach
On her knees
Sad but make it chic
She a modern greek tragedy
Spend it how I like
We can hit the chateau
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 cuckoo
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 benzos
But she's not diagnosed
Got baggage like Louis
Got more issues than Vogue
She's cutting up coke
She's been cutting it close
Telling me secrets only her therapist knows
Got a fashion degree
She at FIT
23
Too fucked up to speak
1 OAK every week, practically
Spirituality
Practice what she preach
On her knees
Sad but make it chic
She a modern greek tragedy
Spend it how I like
We can hit the chateau
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 cuckoo
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
It's a Tarantino
My life is a movie
It's a Tarantino