Nasty Lil Freak
She's my trash-talking, dank-smoking, nasty little freak
She be on 'til the morn', yeah, seven days a week
Yeah, I don't know her name
How she dance in the silhouette
Purple rain, black she caught in a thunderstorm
Saw her face, fell in love, feeling dangerous
Lost my brain, crossing lines on the mirror floor
High on pain, and these drugs are my antidote
Wide awake, seven days, 20 hours straight
Fuckin' crazy, you know you freaky, baby
They call that rock and roll
I hear you loud and clear, you came to lose control
She whispers in my ear, that she's my
She's my trash-talking, dank-smoking, nasty little freak
She be on 'til the morn', yeah, seven days a week
She in love with the drugs, so she never off the leash
Since her feet left the ground, she don't ever wanna leave
Yeah, yeah, there's no coming down, coming down
Yeah, there's no coming down, coming down, yeah
She my Bonnie, I'm her Clyde
Moving so fast, we probably gon' die
Not going to hell, 'cause we always stay high
Always stay loaded, Vietnam soldier
I'm her shoulder, I'm her doctor too
Only listen to me, won't listen to you
VIP, only one in the pool
Doing the backstroke, she just want her back blown
When it come to drugs, she don't got a backbone
Get turned on when I act like an asshole
Yeah, no, I'm a way less toxic
We like a hurricane and a mosh pit
Fuck you, I don't
You know you freaky, baby
They call that rock and roll
I hear you loud and clear, you came to lose control
She's my trash-talking, dank-smoking, nasty little freak
She be on 'til the morn', yeah, seven days a week
She in love with the drugs, so she never off the leash
Since her feet left the ground, she don't ever wanna leave
She's my trash-talking, dank-smoking, nasty little freak
She be on 'til the morn', yeah, seven days a week
She in love with the drugs, so she never off the leash
Since her feet left the ground, she don't ever wanna leave
There's no coming down, coming down, yeah
There's no coming down, coming down, yeah
There's no coming down, coming down, yeah
There's no coming down, coming down, yeah
She be on 'til the morn', yeah, seven days a week
Yeah, I don't know her name
How she dance in the silhouette
Purple rain, black she caught in a thunderstorm
Saw her face, fell in love, feeling dangerous
Lost my brain, crossing lines on the mirror floor
High on pain, and these drugs are my antidote
Wide awake, seven days, 20 hours straight
Fuckin' crazy, you know you freaky, baby
They call that rock and roll
I hear you loud and clear, you came to lose control
She whispers in my ear, that she's my
She's my trash-talking, dank-smoking, nasty little freak
She be on 'til the morn', yeah, seven days a week
She in love with the drugs, so she never off the leash
Since her feet left the ground, she don't ever wanna leave
Yeah, yeah, there's no coming down, coming down
Yeah, there's no coming down, coming down, yeah
She my Bonnie, I'm her Clyde
Moving so fast, we probably gon' die
Not going to hell, 'cause we always stay high
Always stay loaded, Vietnam soldier
I'm her shoulder, I'm her doctor too
Only listen to me, won't listen to you
VIP, only one in the pool
Doing the backstroke, she just want her back blown
When it come to drugs, she don't got a backbone
Get turned on when I act like an asshole
Yeah, no, I'm a way less toxic
We like a hurricane and a mosh pit
Fuck you, I don't
You know you freaky, baby
They call that rock and roll
I hear you loud and clear, you came to lose control
She's my trash-talking, dank-smoking, nasty little freak
She be on 'til the morn', yeah, seven days a week
She in love with the drugs, so she never off the leash
Since her feet left the ground, she don't ever wanna leave
She's my trash-talking, dank-smoking, nasty little freak
She be on 'til the morn', yeah, seven days a week
She in love with the drugs, so she never off the leash
Since her feet left the ground, she don't ever wanna leave
There's no coming down, coming down, yeah
There's no coming down, coming down, yeah
There's no coming down, coming down, yeah
There's no coming down, coming down, yeah
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Writer(s): Brandon Shaw
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