She say meet me at the coffee shop
Collects records and she talk a lot
Rainy days, Kurt Cobain
She dreams of moving out of state
She say meet me in the parking lot
Collects vinyl and she talks a lot
Rainy days, Kurt Cobain
She dreams of moving out of state
They ain't ever understood me
She a baddie, think I found myself a goody
And they often overlook me
Dirty vans, dirty jeans, and my coffee stained hoodie
And they ain't ever understood me
She a baddie, think I found myself a goody
And she often overlook me
Now she walk around in nothing but my hoodie
She a baddie, think I found myself a goody
It ain't really nothin to me
Moving fast, won't ever pass on gas
Gotta slow down or I'm gonna crash
Mix the drugs, ain't ever looking back
They hit my brain have f*cking heart attack
Stack my bread, think about my life
I'm in my head, stay up late at night
Too many questions about the world
I'm having conversations with my Marlboro
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She say meet me at the coffee shop
Collects records and she talk a lot
Rainy days, Kurt Cobain
She dreams of moving out of state
She say meet me in the parking lot
Collects vinyl and she talks a lot
Rainy days, Kurt Cobain
She dreams of moving out of state
They ain't ever understood me
She a baddie, think I found myself a goody
And they often overlook me
Dirty vans, dirty jeans, and my coffee stained hoodie
And they ain't ever understood me
She a baddie, think I found myself a goody
And she often overlook me
Now she walk around in nothing but my hoodie
She a baddie, think I found myself a goody
It ain't really nothin to me
Moving fast, won't ever pass on gas
Gotta slow down or I'm gonna crash
Mix the drugs, ain't ever looking back
They hit my brain have f*cking heart attack
Stack my bread, think about my life
I'm in my head, stay up late at night
Too many questions about the world
I'm having conversations with my Marlboro
Collects records and she talk a lot
Rainy days, Kurt Cobain
She dreams of moving out of state
She say meet me in the parking lot
Collects vinyl and she talks a lot
Rainy days, Kurt Cobain
She dreams of moving out of state
They ain't ever understood me
She a baddie, think I found myself a goody
And they often overlook me
Dirty vans, dirty jeans, and my coffee stained hoodie
And they ain't ever understood me
She a baddie, think I found myself a goody
And she often overlook me
Now she walk around in nothing but my hoodie
She a baddie, think I found myself a goody
It ain't really nothin to me
Moving fast, won't ever pass on gas
Gotta slow down or I'm gonna crash
Mix the drugs, ain't ever looking back
They hit my brain have f*cking heart attack
Stack my bread, think about my life
I'm in my head, stay up late at night
Too many questions about the world
I'm having conversations with my Marlboro
Writer: Colson Davis
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