Letra de Tarantino

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 fuck, but what the fuck do I know Got a fashion degree, she at FIT, 23 Too fucked 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 bandеau 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 fucked 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