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Netflix + Chill
02:31
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Am I salty on your lips?
Well I dream you in the morning
Ah, cuz I breathe you in all night
And I write you in the sunset
I light you by my side
Lemme go with you
Should we Netflix or Chill first?
Well I thought you’d float away now
But you’re bobbing at the shore
Ah, and you play my favorite music when I come around
And leave me wanting more
When I come around
When I come around
When I come around
Well you twirl my rings like Saturn
Now I’m dancing with the Sun
And it might take two to tango
But everyone knows
To dance it just takes one
When I come around
When I come around
When I come around
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Better, Worse
03:24
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Call me often
Had to make time
Cash me in boy
I’m such a dime
Under cover
Like it’s a crime
Under covers
Had to make time
I call the drummer
Cuz he’s so fine
I kiss the drummer
In my spare time
Syncopation
Rappin’ my thigh
Roll a joint so
We can stay high
Well I’m just a piece of paper
No better than a Dixie Cup
Scorin’ the ground for a pencil
Tryna fill my pages up
For better and for worse
Here’s a sure way
To feel alive
Let curiosity kill ya
Eight times
Well I don’t trust no
Sky with no moon
Cuz my stars all
Fall out of tune
Well I’m just a piece of paper (yep!)
No better than a Dixie Cup
Scorin’ the ground for attention
Tryna fill my ego up
For better and for worse
There’s no resting
For a sea shore
Cuz the waves gon’
Always want more
And I’m a tide so
I’m gonna swoon
Waver in waves
That’s what tides do
Mmmmm
Mmmmm
Mmmmm
Mmmmm
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Phone Keys Wallet
04:00
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I’m foaming at the mouth to
Play you a song
Homesick for my fretboard
Where I once belonged
Gin to keep my heart warm
To intoxicate
Searching for semantics
While my tonic’s away
Oo I lost myself
Phone keys wallet
Is there anything else?
I’m falling out my pockets
Strewn on the ground
Somewhere there’s a world for
My lost and not found
You ask me to remind you
I already forgot
Shuffled are the details
Mismatched are all the socks
How much does free time cost?
Oo I lost myself
Phone keys wallet
Is there anything else?
Dust on my piano
Graveyard of guitars
Acoustic amputation
Make sense of the scars
An audience before me
The words were all gone
Silent is the singer
Forgotten are the songs
Oo I lost myself
Phone keys wallet
Is there anything else?
Oo I lost myself
Phone keys wallet
Is there anything else?
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Ladies, you know when you spot a boy from across the room and he is just smoldering? Tall, dark and handsome. Dreamy eyes. Sweet pecks. You finally get the chance to talk to him and discover, to nobody’s surprise, that he is boring as a cardboard box. Yeah. I’ve let stereotypically handsome boys take up way too much of my time because I am fooled by their beauty. Sweet, boring boys, who believe we actually care about their lengthy stories describing how much they drank with their frat boys in college. Bless their hearts, they have no idea who they are.
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Bailamos con el humo
03:12
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Subiendo con la luna
Siguiendo sus huellas
Fumando la biblia
Qué Dios nos bendiga!
Mi nombre en cursiva
Escapa por tus labios
Pasea el oscuro
Y baila con el humo
Y bailamos con el humo
You got my heart wide open
Lemme know if you need it
You got my eyes wide open
And I like what I’m seeing
Come around more often
This is what I’ve been needing
You got my lips wide open
Lemme know if you’re breathing
Ey, tronco! El chisqueiro
Pido desde el cielo
Mientras mi cuerpo
Alcanza el infinito
Ay guapo pero guapo
Ya sé lo que quiero
Anhelo otro beso
Que queme mis huesos
I don’t have to chase reality
It always catches up to me
And I’ve wasted enough energy
On those who give no fucks
Give no fucks
Give no fucks bout me
You got my heart wide open
Lemme know if you need it
You got my eyes wide open
And I like what I’m seeing
Come around more often
This is what I’ve been needing
You got my lips wide open
Lemme know if you’re breathing
La luna llena, bailamos con el humo
La luna llena, bailamos con el humo
La luna llena, bailamos con el humo
La luna llena, bailamos con el humo
English:
Rising with the moon
Following her footsteps
Smoking the bible
May god bless us
My name in cursive
Escapes from your lips
Passes in the dark
And dances with the smoke
And we dance with the smoke
*chorus*
Ey dude, the lighter!
I ask from the sky
As my body
Becomes infinite
Handsome (but like… handsome)
I already know what I want
I crave another kiss
That burns in my bones
*bridge*
*chorus*
The full moon, we dance with the smoke
The full moon, we dance with the smoke
The full moon, we dance with the smoke
The full moon, we dance with the smoke
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Lillian Frances Davis, California
Lillian Frances is an electronic musician from Davis, CA. She collages indie-pop soundscapes to puff puff pass around.
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