call me, leslie
(One, two, three, four)
The south side's kinda far away from me
I don't got gas to spare, but you wanting me so
I'll be, be, be there any minute though
Be, be, be there any minute though
I'll be, be, be there any minute though
Be, be, be there any minute though
(Oh)
Call me, Leslie
At your place, been outside for a minute now
Girl, let's run away
Just hop inside and leave this shitty town
You better pack your things
'Cause I don't know we'll ever be around
You better talk to me
You'll never see the Queen City crown
Like a melody, you play me up and down
Girl, it's you, that I need
I'ma date you now
Girl, I'm swerving full speed through the paper route
Mama heard and smelled the weed
I threw the papers out
Run away along with me
World's feeling shifty
Remember, you would miss me, girl
Come this way, we'll go past Disley
No more being pissy
We'll meet your friends on Fifth Street
Should I check your closet?
See what bones I can find
Run a whole block
Scream your name from the Alpines
Smoking ruined my brain
I can't remember what is "Alright"
No one knows your name
But, girl, December
You were so mine
I don't give a fuck no more
My pain is growing faster
I'll never leave a single note
I'll never be your pastor
I'll never need another hoe
These cuffs are getting fatter
I still don't even fucking know
If we're not gonna shatter
Girl, if not
I'll fiend, fiend, fiend myself another hoe
Fiend, fiend, fiend myself another hoe
(Still don't even fucking know-)
(We're not gonna shatter)
I'll show you around my neighbourhood
So fucking high, so I'll drive slow
And I'm not leaving till we find
The bloody sky, so we'll fly low
Girl, I've been fiending for your body
On my mind, take off your clothes
You're so damn pretty, sweet like honey
But you're closed off, girl, I know
But I don't know what time we'll ever get to fucking
And I don't know what time i'll ever get my nut in
But I don't wanna wait another fucking month
Put your ass up on my tongue
I don't want this to lead to nothing
Something, before I go
Well, nothing, counting 0's
The dark side's gonna be the death of me
I don't wanna fucking try, but you're in love with me
So I'll see, see, see what I feel anymore
See, see, see what I feel anymore
(See, see, see what I feel anymore)
Should I check your closet
See what bones I can find
Run a whole block
Scream your name from the Alpines
Smoking ruined my brain
I can't remember what is "Alright"
No one knows your name
But, girl, December
You were so mine
I don't give a fuck no more my-
(I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't)
Never leave a single note (I don't)
Never be your- (I don't)
Never need another hoe
These cuffs are getting fatter
I still don't even fucking know
If we're not gonna shatter
Girl, if not
I'll fiend, fiend, fiend myself another hoe
Fiend, fiend, fiend myself another-
The south side's kinda far away from me
I don't got gas to spare, but you wanting me so
I'll be, be, be there any minute though
Be, be, be there any minute though
I'll be, be, be there any minute though
Be, be, be there any minute though
(Oh)
Call me, Leslie
At your place, been outside for a minute now
Girl, let's run away
Just hop inside and leave this shitty town
You better pack your things
'Cause I don't know we'll ever be around
You better talk to me
You'll never see the Queen City crown
Like a melody, you play me up and down
Girl, it's you, that I need
I'ma date you now
Girl, I'm swerving full speed through the paper route
Mama heard and smelled the weed
I threw the papers out
Run away along with me
World's feeling shifty
Remember, you would miss me, girl
Come this way, we'll go past Disley
No more being pissy
We'll meet your friends on Fifth Street
Should I check your closet?
See what bones I can find
Run a whole block
Scream your name from the Alpines
Smoking ruined my brain
I can't remember what is "Alright"
No one knows your name
But, girl, December
You were so mine
I don't give a fuck no more
My pain is growing faster
I'll never leave a single note
I'll never be your pastor
I'll never need another hoe
These cuffs are getting fatter
I still don't even fucking know
If we're not gonna shatter
Girl, if not
I'll fiend, fiend, fiend myself another hoe
Fiend, fiend, fiend myself another hoe
(Still don't even fucking know-)
(We're not gonna shatter)
I'll show you around my neighbourhood
So fucking high, so I'll drive slow
And I'm not leaving till we find
The bloody sky, so we'll fly low
Girl, I've been fiending for your body
On my mind, take off your clothes
You're so damn pretty, sweet like honey
But you're closed off, girl, I know
But I don't know what time we'll ever get to fucking
And I don't know what time i'll ever get my nut in
But I don't wanna wait another fucking month
Put your ass up on my tongue
I don't want this to lead to nothing
Something, before I go
Well, nothing, counting 0's
The dark side's gonna be the death of me
I don't wanna fucking try, but you're in love with me
So I'll see, see, see what I feel anymore
See, see, see what I feel anymore
(See, see, see what I feel anymore)
Should I check your closet
See what bones I can find
Run a whole block
Scream your name from the Alpines
Smoking ruined my brain
I can't remember what is "Alright"
No one knows your name
But, girl, December
You were so mine
I don't give a fuck no more my-
(I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't)
Never leave a single note (I don't)
Never be your- (I don't)
Never need another hoe
These cuffs are getting fatter
I still don't even fucking know
If we're not gonna shatter
Girl, if not
I'll fiend, fiend, fiend myself another hoe
Fiend, fiend, fiend myself another-
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