[Verse 1]
Babygirl at home, and she covered in blow
Daddy's penthouse in historic SoHo
She looked just like a star, she [?] Van Gogh
Think she wanna fuck, but what the fuck do I know?
[Pre-Chorus]
Got a fashion degree, she at FIT, twenty-three
Too fucked up to speak, [?]
Spirituality, she practice what she preach (on her knees)
Sad, but make it chic
She a modern greek tragedy
[Chorus]
Depending on 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 her bandеau
Hands around my neck, purple coating my throat
(Like ooh)
Girl wе can [?], 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
[Verse 2]
Poppin' Benzo's, but she's not diagnosed
Got baggage [?], got more issues than most
She's cuttin' up coke, she's been cuttin' it close
Tellin' me secrets only her therapist knows
[Pre-Chorus]
Got a fashion degree, she at FIT, twenty-three
Too fucked up to speak, [?]
Spirituality, she practice what she preach (on her knees)
Sad, but make it chic
She a modern greek tragedy
[Chorus]
Depending on 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 her bandeau
Hands around my neck, purple coating my throat
(Like ooh)
Girl we can [?], 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
[Outro]
(Yeah)
She Tarantino
(Ooh)
My life is a movie, it's a Tarantino
