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francesca wexler - oyster كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
carl movin’ carla out his montecarlo
out to soccer moms who carpool out in colorado
cut his t__th on parliaments
courtesy of tar smoke
his lungs on charcoal
but the diamonds sparkle, baby
saw him on his six speed
wondered if he gargled
i was f_cking sixteen
everything was carnal
suburban tarpit
we were part
we were parcel
tire marks on the asphalt
eight years old playing cowgirl
merry go, riding around on the carousel
marigolds like emeralds on my turf
neighbourhood like mister rogers

[refrain]
rogers, rogers
oyster world but i ain’t like pearls, like pearls
neighbourhood like mister rogers, rogers
oyster world but i ain’t like pearls like pearls
yeah, just like mister rogers, rogers
oyster world but i ain’t like pearls, like pearls
tomboy fronting like i ain’t like like, like girls
oyster world but i ain’t like
pearls
[interlude]
i remember city lights was always fl!ckering
and my life was a revolving door
of revolver women

[verse 2]
they tried to catch me lacking
silverback stacks, three stacking
stashed in boxes that should have the air maxes
mattress has been getting fatter
wisconsin, lonestar, them my alma matter
want a ranch in ruby valley with the cattle
greener pastures, blue rock, opened up the chakras
eyes open, nose clean, still singing ballads
fever pitch, i’ll make a glass house shatter
i felt as big as god when i lost heaven
got a sawed off shotgun but she all velvet
my girl all gun, all assault weapon
in a crushed blue tux leaving bomb fragments
we’ll be sawdust in the cosmos one day
but for now we eat pasta al dente
and the sauce from a jar but
we pretend its authentic godd_mn it

[outro]
i remember city lights the most cause they were always fl!ckering
every time i’d be on the streetcar i’d get off at carlton cinema
i was renting an apartment in the garden district
and my life was a revolving door of revolver women
and often, i mean often
i’d walk down church street with thoughts of sinning
i mean, it’s an odd place to try and find god isn’t it?

- francesca wexler

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