Testo Buick
Testo Buick
You told me you miss me
And you think I'm inconsiderate
And you're dating a new girl
Who lives on La Brea
So I let you kiss me just for the hell of it
And we took a drive out to Point Dume
Wasn't it sweet? On the beach with our sunshine lobotomies
You make me feel just like ketamine
Not remembering anything
I don't really mind
Sitting in the traffic, listening to music
I don't really mind
Skipping all the bad shit, dazing in your Buick
I don't really mind
In the wrong direction, missing all the exits
Don't say what's on your mind
'Cause I don't wanna know
Are you mad that I got bored or mad that I'm admitting it?
We drop off the rеntal and I cry just a little bit Are you mad I owe you monеy
Or are you mad that I didn't mention it?
Dunno what you wanted but I know that I couldn't give you it
But wasn't it sweet?
On the beach with our sunshine lobotomies
You make me feel just like ketamine
Not remembering anything
I don't really mind
Sitting in the traffic, listening to music
I don't really mind
Skipping all the bad shit, dazing in your Buick
I don't really mind
In the wrong direction, missing all the exits
Don't say what's on your mind
'Cause I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
I don't really mind
If I hurt your feelings, feeling good's expensive
Do it all the time
I don't really, I don't, I don't really mind
I don't really mind
Sitting in the traffic, listening to music
I don't really mind
Skipping all the bad shit, dazing in your Buick
I don't really mind
In the wrong direction, missing all the exits
Don't say what's on your mind
'Cause I don't wanna know
And you think I'm inconsiderate
And you're dating a new girl
Who lives on La Brea
So I let you kiss me just for the hell of it
And we took a drive out to Point Dume
Wasn't it sweet? On the beach with our sunshine lobotomies
You make me feel just like ketamine
Not remembering anything
I don't really mind
Sitting in the traffic, listening to music
I don't really mind
Skipping all the bad shit, dazing in your Buick
I don't really mind
In the wrong direction, missing all the exits
Don't say what's on your mind
'Cause I don't wanna know
Are you mad that I got bored or mad that I'm admitting it?
We drop off the rеntal and I cry just a little bit Are you mad I owe you monеy
Or are you mad that I didn't mention it?
Dunno what you wanted but I know that I couldn't give you it
But wasn't it sweet?
On the beach with our sunshine lobotomies
You make me feel just like ketamine
Not remembering anything
I don't really mind
Sitting in the traffic, listening to music
I don't really mind
Skipping all the bad shit, dazing in your Buick
I don't really mind
In the wrong direction, missing all the exits
Don't say what's on your mind
'Cause I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
I don't really mind
If I hurt your feelings, feeling good's expensive
Do it all the time
I don't really, I don't, I don't really mind
I don't really mind
Sitting in the traffic, listening to music
I don't really mind
Skipping all the bad shit, dazing in your Buick
I don't really mind
In the wrong direction, missing all the exits
Don't say what's on your mind
'Cause I don't wanna know
- Drama Queen
- Come To Nyc, Pls
- Grown Up
- Lipstick
- Blonde
- Fucking Smiling
- Millennial
- Man Of Your Dreams
- Polly Pocket
- Rowan
Altri testi di Raffaella (USA)
- Testi Lucio Battisti
- Testi Negramaro
- Testi Renato Zero
- Testi Gigi D'Alessio
- Testi Alessandra Amoroso
- Testi Canzoni Napoletane
- Testi Eros Ramazzotti
- Testi Elisa
- Testi Biagio Antonacci
- Testi Cesare Cremonini