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I used to shoot up my veins in neon And shit's even brighter; you're gone So many things I would say to you I want you. Dream a little dream of me Turn this into something sweet Turn the radio on, dancing to a pop song Fuck it, I love you Fuck it, I love you Fuck it, I love you I really do. It turns out California's more than just a state of mind I met you on the boulevard, wind through my hair, you blew my mind And if I wasn't so fucked up, I think I'd fuck you all the time I really do It's killing me slowly.
I n my life, I have given a fuck about many people and many things. I have also not given a fuck about many people and many things. And those fucks I have not given have made all the difference.
And in the short amount of time between here and there, you have a limited amount of fucks to give. Very few, in fact. Which means you give a fuck.
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I said If I was richer, I'd still be with you Ha, now ain't that some shit? Ain't that some shit? And although there's pain on my chest I still wish you the best With a.
Top definition. A bucket usually filled with sweet substances for consumption when life gets you down. A term coined by David Sedaris while talking about his brother in his short story "You can't kill the rooster. Fuckit Bucket unknown.
See I don't, know why, I liked you so much I gave you all, of my trust I told you, I loved you, now thats all down the drain Ya put me through pain, I wanna let you know how I feel. Fuck what I said it don't mean shit now Fuck the presents might as well throw em out Fuck all those kisses, they didn't mean jack Fuck you, you hoe, I don't want you back. You thought, you could Keep this shit from me, yeah Ya burnt bitch, I heard the story Ya played me, ya even gave him head Now ya askin for me back Ya just another hag, look elsewhere Cuz ya done with me.
Writer s : andrew wotman, jack antonoff, lana del rey, louis bell Lyrics powered by www. Log dich ein um diese Funktion zu nutzen. I like to see everything in neon Drink lime green, stay up 'til dawn Maybe the way that I'm living is killing me I like to light up the stage with a song Do shit to keep me turned on But one day I woke up like "Maybe I'll do it differently" So I moved to California but it's just a state of mind It turns out everywhere you go, you take yourself, that's not a lie Wish that you would hold me or just say that you were mine It's killing me slowly Dream a little dream of me Make me into something sweet Turn the radio on, dancing to a pop song Fuck it, I love you Fuck it, I love you Fuck it, I love you I really do.