Girl Ima' Babe

I keep my hair cut short
And I'm tall as shit
With clothes that don't fit right
And my taste classic

Oh girl I'm a babe oh girl I'm a babe

Ain't got a lease on life
I fuckin bought that shit
So you can take my broke ass
As a symbol of bohemian philosophic

You're in a candy wrapper that I'm biting at with my teeth
You're the final chapter of renaissance history
You're the Babbling April that the linguists can't shrug off
You're the one in the chamber and it's my roulette shot

I'm a mescaline drip
I'm fallin apart at the seams
I pump my mind full of all kinds of shit
That turns my days into ephemeral dreams



Credits
Writer(s): Babbling April
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