Lyrics
Baby girl 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 f**k, but what the f**k do I know?
Got a fashion degree, she at FIT, 23
Too f**ked 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 chateau
Told her that it's mine, but it's still in escrow
I threw her on the bed, slipped her out the bandΠ΅au
Hands around my neck, purple coating my throat
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 most
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
Too f**ked 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 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
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
She Tarantino
My life is a movie, it's a Tarantino
Daddy's penthouse in historic SoHo
She looked just like a star, she an OG Van Gogh
Think she wanna f**k, but what the f**k do I know?
Got a fashion degree, she at FIT, 23
Too f**ked 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 chateau
Told her that it's mine, but it's still in escrow
I threw her on the bed, slipped her out the bandΠ΅au
Hands around my neck, purple coating my throat
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 most
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
Too f**ked 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 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
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
She Tarantino
My life is a movie, it's a Tarantino