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Clementine Video (MV)




Performed By: 954T
Length: 2:01
Written by: Thomas Bussey, Tommy Bussey




954T - Clementine Lyrics




On that back porch
We had some good times
Smoking fat joints
Your fat ass fine
Then we'd go inside
And I'd make you mine
You'd taste like voss and clementine

On that back porch
We had some bad nights
You were screaming
I was drinking wine
Then we'd go inside
To contain the fight
We lost our minds and I lost my clementine

Remember that summer I gave you my heart
Went down to Miami you fed it to sharks
I felt every tooth pull it apart
So sick of your perfume smell in my car
On my way out put my clothes in a Goyard
On my way up I hustle and I go hard
Feet on the floor my hands on the stars
Sit on a planet and see how small you are
See how tall I am
Watch how I stand
This is a beach
So why'd you bring sand?
I'm out of reach
And I'm spending bands
The rari just screeched
I drive with no hands

On that back porch
We had some good times
Smoking fat joints
Your fat ass fine
Then we'd go inside
And I'd make you mine
You'd taste like voss and clementine

On that back porch
We had some bad nights
You were screaming
I was drinking wine
Then we'd go inside
To contain the fight
We lost our minds and I lost my clementine
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On that back porch
We had some good times
Smoking fat joints
Your fat ass fine
Then we'd go inside
And I'd make you mine
You'd taste like voss and clementine

On that back porch
We had some bad nights
You were screaming
I was drinking wine
Then we'd go inside
To contain the fight
We lost our minds and I lost my clementine

Remember that summer I gave you my heart
Went down to Miami you fed it to sharks
I felt every tooth pull it apart
So sick of your perfume smell in my car
On my way out put my clothes in a Goyard
On my way up I hustle and I go hard
Feet on the floor my hands on the stars
Sit on a planet and see how small you are
See how tall I am
Watch how I stand
This is a beach
So why'd you bring sand?
I'm out of reach
And I'm spending bands
The rari just screeched
I drive with no hands

On that back porch
We had some good times
Smoking fat joints
Your fat ass fine
Then we'd go inside
And I'd make you mine
You'd taste like voss and clementine

On that back porch
We had some bad nights
You were screaming
I was drinking wine
Then we'd go inside
To contain the fight
We lost our minds and I lost my clementine
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Writer: Thomas Bussey, Tommy Bussey
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