Motel 6 and cigarettes
Chasing with a God complex
Saying we'll laugh about this when we're thirty
Hitting rock bottom at seventeen
Like I'm living a twisted teenage dream
That's some fucked up irony, yeah

I know this world wasn't kind to you
But there's other ways y

I've been good always, it's the way I'm raised
Down by the beach, small town
Lowkey where I knew everybody
Now I'm in LA and it's not the same
Gettin' pushed and played by the rich boy, white boy

Maybe I'm the one that says no
You're not used to hearing that too much

I saw you at the bar, baby
You look like a star
Moving in slow motion
Celestial explosion
Wanna be stuck in déjà vu with you
Like there's no one else here in this room
Sweat, sweat, dripping sex

We'll have our cake, that triple-deck
You can call me Antoinette