Papa Law can't catch us ridin' swift,
while bruises-kickin' blondie's slammed his ego in the can,
sundering seizures can't pump his tearing fist
Hit me! Hit the switch and let her flip.
Now, now, now we're riding fast in your car:
diggin' turns cross the turnpike, neon jets stain xenon lights
Krypton skies lit up til we split on ice.
WE'RE NOT SORRY TO YOU.
OUR LOVE IS GOLD AND MONEY'S ALL NICE.
Crash and burn, man, maniacal man.
carceration whispers cozy up to your bright eyes.
how's love feel, baby?
How's our dying light taste?
So you fell for my manic, lust of the mind.
And if I'm so evil, why are you satisfied?
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