Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Blvd

One, two, ready
I'm gonna take mind with you with me
Ah, "Mine," say it again
"Mine of you with me," thank you
One more time
One, two, ready
I’m gonna take mine of you with me
I’m gonna take mine of you with me
I’m gonna take mine of you with me
Like "Rocky Mountain High"
The way John Denver sings

So, you say there’s a chance for us
Should I do a dance for once?
You're a family man, but, but

Do you think about Heaven? Ah, ha
Do you think about me?
My pastor told me
"When you leave all you take
Ah, ha, is your memory"
And I’m gonna take mine of you with me
I’m gonna take mine of you with me

So many mountains too high to climb
So many rivers so low, but I’m
Doing the hard stuff
I’m doing my time
I’m doing it for us
For our family line

Do you think about Heaven? Ah, ha
Do you think about me?
My pastor told me (I'll do it, I'll do it)
"When you leave all you take (I did it, I did it)
Ah, ha, is your memories"
And I wanna take mine with you with me
I’m gonna take mine of you with me
Yeah, I’m gonna take mine of you with me
Like "Rocky Mountain High"
The way John Denver sings

My sister's first-born child
I’m gonna take that too with me
My grandmother’s last smile
I’m gonna take that too with me
It’s a beautiful life
Remember that too for me

Ah, ha ha, ha ha
Ah, ha ha, ha ha
Ah, ah

Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard?
Mosaic ceilings, painted tiles on the wall
I can't help but feel somewhere like my body marred my soul
Handmade beauty sealed up by two man-made walls
And I'm like

When's it gonna be my turn?
When's it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell me you like it
Fuck me to death
Love me until I love myself
There's a tunnel undеr Ocean Boulevard
Therе's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard

There's a girl that sings "Hotel California"
Not because she loves the notes or sounds that sound like Florida
It's because she's in a world preserved, only a few have found the door
It's like Camarillo, only silver mirrors running down the corridor
Oh, man

When's it gonna be my turn?
Don't forget me
When's it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell me you like me
Fuck me to death
Love me until I love myself
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard

Harry Nilsson has a song, his voice breaks at 2:05
Somethin' about the way he says "Don't forget me" makes me feel like
I just wish I had a friend like him, someone to give me five
Lennon in the back, whisperin' in my ear, "Come on, baby, you can thrive"
But I can't

When's it gonna be my turn?
Don't forget me
When's it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell me you like it
Fuck me to death
Love me until I love myself
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard

Don't forget me
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
At the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard

Don't forget me, don't forget me
No, don't forget me
Don't you, don't you forget me

Stars in my eyes, hiking up Griffith
Thinking about who was sad and what didn't
Get said in the Midwest, wish I could tell you now
I wrote you a note, but I didn't send it
'Cause that's the best method the women here taught me about
What you don't really understand
I've got magic in my hand, stars in my eyes

I'm a different kind of woman
If you want some basic bitch, go to the Beverly Center and find her
I'm sweet, bare feet
If you wanna go where nobody goes
That's where you'll find me
In the sweet north country
If I'm not there, come to my house on Genesee

What you doin' with your life? Do you think about it?
Do you contemplate where we came from?
Lately, we've been makin' out a lot
Not talkin' 'bout the stuff that's at the very heart of things
Do you want children? Do you wanna marry me?
Do you wanna run marathons in Long Beach by the sea?
I've got things to do, like nothing at all
I wanna do them with you
Do you wanna do them with me?

If you want someone, then just call me up
And remember where I'll be
Sweet in barefeet
You can find me where no one will be
In the woods somewhere, in the night
In the heart of a valley
In the sweet north country
If I'm not there, come to my house on Genesee

I haven't done a cartwheel since I was nine
I haven't seen my mother in a long, long time
I mean, look at me, look at the length of my hair
My face, the shape of my body
Do you really think I give a damn what I do after years of just hearing them talking?

I say I live in Rosemead
Really, I'm at the Ramada
It doesn't really matter
Doesn't really, really matter

Call him up, come into my bedroom
Ended up, we fuck on the hotel floor
It's not about having someone to love me anymorе
This is the experience of being an American whore

Called up one friend, call up another
Forensic Files wasn't on
Watching Teenage Diary of a Girl
Wondering what went wrong
I'm a princess, I'm divisive
Ask me why I'm like this
Maybe I'm just kinda like this
I don't know, maybe I'm just like this

I say I live in Rosemead
Really, I'm at the Ramada
It doesn't really matter
Doesn't really, really matter

Call him up, he comes over again
Yeah, I know I'm over my head, but, oh
It's not about having someone to love me anymore
No, this is the experience of being an American whore

I mean, look at my hair, look at the length of it and the shape of my body
If I told you that I was raped, do you really think that anybody would think I didn't ask for it, didn't ask for it?
Gon' testify, I already fucked up my story
On top of this (Mmm) so many other things you can't believe
Did you know a singer can still be lookin' like a side piece at thirty-three?
Go to the shower, turn on the back beat
Puts the shower on while he calls me
Sneaks out the back door to talk to me
I'm invisible, look how you hold me
I'm invisible, I'm invisible
I'm a ghost now, look how you hold me now

It's not about having someone to love me anymore (Oh, okay)
No, this is the experience of being an American whore
It's not about having someone to love me anymore
No, this is the experience of being an American whore
This is the experience of being an American whore
This is the experience of being an American whore

Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff, Jimmy, Jimmy ride
Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff, Jimmy, get me high (Oh, my God)
Love me if you live and love, you can be my light
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Your mom called, I told her, you're fucking up big time
Your mom called, I told her, you're fucking up big time

Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff, Jimmy, Jimmy ride
Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff, Jimmy, get me high
Love me if you live and love, you can be my light (Mmm)
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Your mom called, I told her, you're fucking up big time

Jimmy, you should switch it up, baby, light it up
Jimmy, if you leave the house, find me in the club (Like)
Jimmy, if you switch it up, you should light it up
Jimmy, if you leave the house, find me in the club (Hey)
Your mom called, I told her, you're fucking up big time
But I don't care, baby, I already lost my mind
Jimmy, if I lie it up, find me in the club (Mind, mind)
Your mom called, I told her, you're fucking up big time

Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff, Jimmy, Jimmy ride
Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff, Jimmy, get me high
Love me if you live and love, you can be my light
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high

Your mom called, I told her, you're fucking up big time

[Judah Smith]:
Don't understand what that means
It means quit lusting after your neighbor
That's a heck of a life
You get to love your children in front of you
You get to love-
You have to talk to somebody
"I want a new life"
"I don't love my wife anymore"
"I don't love my kids anymore"
"I'm missing out on life"
They're usually my age
Does that sound like love?
It's a life dominated with lust
And for too long, they've been holding on
And finally, they just get weak and they say
"It doesn't matter anymore"
And the Spirit of God says
"I'll infuse you with desires for what you have and what's in front of you"

[Lana Del Rey]:
(Yеah, yeah, yeah)
(Desires for what you have)

[Judah Smith]:
So, as He works deep in your heart
As you call out to Him and say
"I'm here, doin' it, man"
"Help me want what I got"
"Help me love what's in front of me"
"Help me want more of my wife and more of my friends"
"And help me serve the city I live in and not wish it away and hope I can move"
"Help me, God"
"I wanna be a man in love, not a man in lust"
But you've gotta do that
So I bring you to this verse and I'm done, I'm done
Psalms, chapter eight
And you know where I got this verse?
This is gonna sound crazy to you, but I'm gonna tell you the absolute truth
It's gonna make me sound so superior to us all, I'm looking forward to it
I woke up this morning and God said, "Check the Bible app"
And I don't know if it was God, but it felt like that
In my head, I thought if I hadn't checked the Bible
I'm gonna speak to you from the verse of the day
That means I don't have to do anything, I don't have to look anywhere
Just get to the verse of the day
So I get to the verse of the day
And here's the verse of the day today, in the Bible
Look at this

[Lana Del Rey]:
(That's cool)

[Judah Smith]:
"Look at the splendor of the skies
Your creative genius glowing in the heavens
When I gaze, when I gaze at Your moon and Your stars
Mounted like jewels in their settings
I know You are the fascinating artist who fashioned it all"
When I look up and I see such wonder and workmanship above
"I have to ask this question"
"I've gotta ask this question"
Compared to all this cosmic glory
"Why would you ever bother with puny, mortal man?"
Or "being"
Ooh, don't get me started
I could preach for another hour on infatuated
Or be infatuated with Adam's son
"Why are you so infatuated with me?"
You're the star creator, You're the ocean maker

[Lana Del Rey]:
(Yeah, yeah)

[Judah Smith]:
You're the whale creator, you're the rhino designer
Who, who are you?

[Lana Del Rey]:
(Rhino designer)

[Judah Smith]:
And then it goes on in verse five
And it says
"Yet, what honor You have given to me
Created only a little lower than Elohim"
Which is the name of Creator God, Artist God
You wanna call God "Artist"?
At some point tonight, before you go to bed, go, "Yo, Elohim"
And He'll hear, "You're the best Artist ever"
"Little lower than Elohim, crowned like kings and queens with glory and magnificence
You have delighted, You have delegated to them
Mastery over all You have made"
You have made me a partner with You
I used to think my preaching was mostly about You
And you're not gonna like this, but I'm gonna to tell you the truth
I've discovered my preaching is mostly about me

[Lana Del Rey]:
White fire, cinnamon on my teeth
And I'm sitting at the stoplight, northern town
I feel lucky
I drive somewhere out of range, I don't know where
White noise coming outta my brain
Turns off for nothing

Rockefeller, my umbrella
God, I love you, baby
Storyteller, us forever
Is my favorite song

You've been actin' pretty restless
Dancin' like the young and restless
And I'm obsessed with it
Candy necklaces
You've been actin' pretty reckless
Dancin' like the young and restless
And I'm obsеssed with this
All his candy necklaces

Sittin' on thе sofa, feelin' super suicidal
Hate to say the word, but, baby, hand on the Bible, I do
Feel like it's you the one who's bringin' me down
Thought that we were cool and we were kickin' it like Tribe Called Quest
You the best, but, baby, you've been bringin' me down
I can see it now

Rockafella, my umbrella
God, I love you, baby
Fortune teller, favorite ever
That's the story of us

You've been actin' pretty restless
Dancin' like the young and reckless
And I'm obsessed with this
Candy necklaces
I think that we should address this
Actin' like the young and restless
I'm obsessed with this
All his candy necklaces

We've been actin' pretty restless
Dancin' like the young and restless
I'm obsessed with this
Candy necklaces

[Jon Batiste]:
Candy necklaces

[Lana Del Rey & Jon Batiste]:
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces

[Lana Del Rey]:
(Mmm)

[Lana Del Rey & Jon Batiste]:
Candy necklaces

[Lana Del Rey]:
(Mmm, hmm)

[Lana Del Rey & Jon Batiste]:
Candy necklaces

[Lana Del Rey]:
(I'm obsessed with this)

[Lana Del Rey & Jon Batiste]:
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces

[Lana Del Rey]:
('Cause I'm obsessed with this)

[Lana Del Rey & Jon Batiste]:
Candy necklaces

[Jon Batiste]:
(She's obsessed with it)

[Lana Del Rey]:
(Mmm)

[Lana Del Rey & Jon Batiste]:
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces

[Jon Batiste]:
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces, oh

[Jon Batiste]:
Oh, oh, I feel something right now
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it early
Oh, woo-hoo, I feel it early and I feel it late
Ha-ha-ha
Yeah, I feel it, I feel it
Ha-ha-ha
I feel it heavy, ha-ha-ha

I feel it heavy, ha-ha-ha
I feel it all now, ha-ha-ha
Ah, oh, woah, woo, you came for uh-
Oh, my God

[Lana Del Rey & Jon Batiste]:
Yeah, ooh, woah
You're my honey
You're my honey
Ooh-ooh
Oh, I feel it in my soul
I feel it in my soul
I can feel it all over
Early in the morning
Early in the morning
Hey, early in the morning
That's pretty, too, how about that?
Yeah, that too

There's a certain point the body can't come back from
In one year, we've learned the turn of the mouth
The depth that the chest cavity takes
Chucky was there for three out of three
I was there for the third, 'cause I couldn't be
There for the one who was closest to me
But I can't say I run when things get hard
It's just that I don't trust myself with my heart
But I've had to let it break a little more
'Cause they say that's what it's for

That's how the light shines in
That's how the light shines in
That's how the light gets in (Mmm-mmm)

So, everyone was there, they were standin', laughin'
And I'm on the side, with my tears streamin' down
There's somethin' about the clutch of the wrist
He thought mine was his to carve into his mouth
We've only got hours
And I just can't stop crying, 'cause all of the ways
When you see someone dying
You see all your days flash in front of you
And you think about who will be with you
And then there's Donoghue (Mmm-mmm)

Daddy, I miss them
I'm in the mountains
I'm probably runnin' away from the feelings I get
When I think all the things about them
Daddy, I miss them
I'm at the Roadrunner Café
I'm probably runnin' away from the thoughts in the day
That have things to do with them, but they say

That's how the light gets in
That's how the light gets in
That's how the light gets in

Think by the third of March, I was cracked open
Finally, the ground was cold, they wouldn't open
Brought by the sunlight of the spirit to pour into me
There's a name for it in Japanese, it's "Kintsugi"
They sang folk songs from the '40s
Even the fourteen-year old knew "Froggie Came A-Courtin"
How do my blood relatives know all of these songs?
I don't know anyone left who knows songs that I sing

That's how the light gets in
That's how the light gets in

But, daddy, I miss them
I'm at the Roadrunner Café
Probably runnin' away from the feelings today
In the snow-capped mountains of the desert
Daddy, I miss them
I'm in the mountains
Probably runnin' away, I've been meaning to say
That there's nothing to do except know that

This is how the light gets in
By cracking, the light gets in
It's how the light gets in
That's how the light gets in
That's how the light gets in
Then you're golden, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Just another folk song, la li, la li
I try so hard, but that's okay
It's how the light gets in
It's how the light gets in
It's how the light gets in

When I look back, tracing fingertips over plastic bags
Thinking, "I wish I could extrapolate some small intention
Or maybe just get your attention for a minute or two"

Will I die, or will I get to that ten-year mark
Where I beat the extinction of telomeres?
And if I do, will you be there with me?
Father? Sister? Brother?

Charlie, stop smoking
Caroline, will you be with me?
Will the baby be all right? Will I have one of mine?
Can I handle it even if I do?
They said that my mind
It's not fit, or so they said
To carry a child
I guess I'll be fine

It wasn't my idea, the cocktail of things that twist neurons inside
But without them, I'd die
They say there's irony in the music, it's a tragedy,
I see nothing Greek in it
Give me a mausoleum in Rhode Island with dad, grandma, grandpa and Dave
Who hung himself real high in the National Park sky

It's a shame and I'm crying right now
I'll never get to you, save you
If I take my life, find your astral body
Put it into my arms
Give you two seconds to cry
Take you home, I
I'll give you a blanket
Your spirit can sit and watch TV by my side
'Cause, baby, I

Ran through a time when I felt you were doing it
I couldn't handle it, I was in Monaco
I couldn't hear what they said on the telephone
I had to sing for the prince in two hours
Sat in the shower
Gave myself two seconds to cry
It's a shame that we die

When I was fifteen, naked, next-door neighbors did a drive-by
Pulled me up by my waist, long hair to the beachside
I wanted to go out like you
Swim with the fishes that he caught on Rhode Island beaches
But, sometimes, it's just not your time

Caroline, what kind of mother was she to say I'd end up in institutions?
All I wanted to do was kiss Aaron Greene and sit by the lake
Twisting lime into the drinks that they made
Have a babe at sixteen, in the town I was born in and die

Aaron ended up dead and not me
What the fuck’s wrong in your head
To send me away, never to come back?
Exotic places and people don't take the place of being your child
I give myself two seconds to cry

Let it crash over me like the waves in the sea
Call me Aphrodite, as they bow down to me

Sunbather, moon-chaser, queen of empathy
I give myself two seconds to breathe
And go back to being the serene queen
I just needed two seconds to be me

I went to Paris (Texas)
With a suitcase in my hand
I had to leave
Knew they wouldn't understand

When you know, you know
When you know, you know
It's time, it's time to go
When you know, you know
Then the more you know, it's time to go

I took a train to Spain
Just a notebook in my hand
Then I went to see some friends of mine
Down in Florence, Alabama

When you know, you know
When you know, you know
It's time, it's time to go
When you know, you know
That it's time to leave
Like the summer breeze

When everyone's star is bright
Brighter than you are
It's time to go
And you're the only one left
Dancin' while they're on the floor
Time to go

I flew back home
It seems everything's the same (Venice, California)
Except that you weren't home
"Hello," I call to no one (But)

When you're home, you're home (Venice, California)
When you're home, you're home (Venice, California)
You're home, when you're alone
When you're right, you're right
When you're right, you're right
Even when you're wrong

Three white butterflies to know you're near

I know they think that it took somebody else
To make me beautiful, beautiful
As they intended me to be
But they're wrong
I know they think that it took thousands of people
To put me together again, like an experiment
Some big men behind the scenes
Sewing Frankenstein black dreams into my songs
But they're wrong

God, if you'rе near me, send mе three white butterflies
Or an owl to know you're listening, sitting while I'm drinking
Grandfather, please stand on the shoulders of my father while he's deep-sea fishing
For sharks in the Pacific

'Cause I'm good, I'm spirit, warm-bodied
A fallible deity wrapped up in wool
I'm folk, I'm jazz, I'm blue, I'm green
Regrettably, also a white woman

But I have good intentions
Even if I'm one of the last ones
If you don't believe me, my poetry, or in my melodies
Feel it in your bones
I have good intentions
Even if I'm one of the last ones
Ah-ah-ah, yeah, ah-ah-ah, yeah
Ah-ah-ah, yeah, mm

Grandfather, please stand on the shoulders of my father while he's deep-sea fishing
For all the things he's wishing
God, if you're near me, send me three white butterflies
Or a map to know your vision
Impart on me your wisdom

It took somebody else to make me beautiful, wonderful
As they intended me to be
But they're wrong

Three white butterflies to know you're near

[Lana Del Rey]:
Pick you up at home, quarter to three
Ask you if you want somethin' to eat
Drive around, get drunk, do it over again
Wake you up at night, quarter to one
I can never stop, wanna have fun
Don't be actin' like I'm the kinda girl who can sleep

'Cause every time you say you're gonna go
I just smile, 'cause, babe, I already know
You know I got nothin' under this overcoat

[Lana Del Rey & Father John Misty]:
Ooh, let the light in
At your back door, yelling, 'cause I wanna come in
Ooh, turn your light on
Look at us, you and I, back at it again

[Lana Del Rey]:
Pick you up around quarter to two
Usually we got nothin' to do
Screw it, maybe you should go and record some of the songs
Got my dress on tight, 'cause you know that I
Look shinin' in the light, therе's so much ridin'
On this life and how we write our lovе song

[Lana Del Rey & Father John Misty]:
Ooh, let the light in
At your back door, yelling, 'cause I wanna come in
Ooh, turn your light on
Look at us, you and I, back at it again

[Lana Del Rey]:
'Cause I love to love, to love, to love you
I hate to hate, to hate, to hate you
Put the Beatles on, light the candles, go back to bed
'Cause I wanna, wanna, wanna want you
I need to, need to, need to need you
Put the TV on, the flowers in a vase, lie your head

[Lana Del Rey & Father John Misty]:
Ooh, let the light in
At your back door, yelling, 'cause I wanna come in
Ooh, turn your light on
Look at us, you and me, back at it again

[Lana Del Rey]:
This is a simple song, gonna write it for a friend
My shirt is inside out, I'm messy with the pen
He met Margaret on a rooftop, she was wearin' white
And he was like, "I might be in trouble"
He had flashes of the good life, he was like
"Should I jump off this building now or do it on the double?"

[Lana Del Rey & Bleachers]:
'Cause, baby, if your love is in trouble
Baby, if your love is in trouble
Baby, if your love is in trouble

When you know, you know
When you know, you know
It kinda makes me laugh
Runnin' down that path
When you're good as gold
'Cause when you know, you know

[Bleachers]:
Word to all my friends
With their rеd flags, their white knights
Their black eyes and their blue lies
If you're askin' yourself, "How do you know?"
Then that's your answer, the answer is "No"
You gotta run, gotta run, run, run, run like your head's on fire
Run away like your head is on fire

[Lana Del Rey & Bleachers]:
'Cause, baby, if your love is in trouble
Baby, if your love is in trouble
Baby, if your love is in trouble

When you know, you know
When you know, you know
It kinda makes me laugh
Runnin' down that path
When you're good as gold

'Cause when you know, you know
And when you're old, you're old
Like Hollywood and me
The diamond on your ring
The soul that you bring to the table

[Lana Del Rey]:
The one that makes me sing
In a minor key
'Cause when you know, you know
When you know, you know

So, if you don't know, don't give up
'Cause you never know what the new day might bring

[Lana Del Rey & Bleachers]:
Maybe tomorrow you'll know
Maybe tomorrow you'll know
Maybe tomorrow you'll know

[Lana Del Rey]:
I mean, join the party
By the way, the party is December 18th
Alright, let's waltz this out, kids

[Lana Del Rey & Bleachers]:
'Cause when you know, you know
And when you're old, you're old
Like Hollywood and me
That diamond on your ring
The soul that you bring to the table

[Lana Del Rey]:
The one that makes me sing
In a minor key
Diamond on your ring
'Cause when you know, you know
When you know, you know

Don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair, babe
If you don't really care
You wanted me sadder, you wanted me sadder
Fishtail, what's the matter with that?

Skippin' rope in the bayou, bayou
Slip softly into rain
Not that smart, but I've got things to say
Palm trees in black and white
I like to watch them sway
You're so funny, I wish I could skinny-dip inside your mind

Lately, I've been thinkin' about how things used to be
Swingin' in a nightgown underneath the old oak tree
Almost Victorian with you, you can talk to me
But, lately, I can see, you wanted me sadder
You wanted me sadder

Baby, can't you see it?
For me, you are the one
And if I'm not the one for you
Don't just say it

I was on the stairs
Ella Fitzgerald in the air
Feelin' hella rare
Baby, if you care
Baby, don't you dare say
You'll braid my hair, babe
Don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair, babe
If you don't really care
You wanted me sadder

Dancin' there in the hot, hot sun
I know that we've got problems
I plan to address them another day
Palm trees in black and white
I see in technicolor
Maybe I'll take my glasses off so I stop painting red flags green

Lately, I've been sunnin' in the L.A. riverbed
Wearin' nothin' but the summer bruises on my knees
I like how you talk, how you speak, how you look at me
But, lately, I can see, you wanted me sadder
You wanted me sadder, you wanted me sadder

Baby, can't you see it?
For me, you are the one
And if I'm not the one for you
Don't just say it

I was on the stairs
Ella Fitzgerald in the air
Feelin' hella rare
Baby, if you care
Baby, don't you dare say
You'll braid my hair, see
Baby, if you care, then (Don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair, see)
Baby, don't you dare say
That you really care

Don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair
When, if you get home tonight
If you don't really care
Yeah, don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair, babe
If you don't really care
Say that you'll braid my hair
If you're not coming home to me

You want someone sadder
Skippin' rope in the bayou, bayou
Slip softly into rain
I'm not that smart
But I've got things to say

[Tommy Genesis]:
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back

[Lana Del Rey & Tommy Genesis]:
Somewhere, ha

[Lana Del Rey]:
Me and my boyfriend listenin' to the Chili Peppers
We write hit songs without tryin’ like all the time, all the time
I take off all my clothes, dance naked for the neighbors
I'm like, "Fuck it, gonna give a show," I open up the blinds

I threw caution to the wind, get onto the bike
Take a minute to yourself, skinny-dip in my mind
I'm in love, I’m in love
Got a knife in my jacket, honey on the vine
Baby, I'll bring the coffee if you bring the wine
I'm in love, I'm in love ('Cause I'm in love)

[Tommy Genesis]:
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha

Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha

[Lana Del Rey]:
I sit, upskirt, I don’t have much to lose
I got a dog, I take it for a midnight, a midnight drive, yeah
My boyfriend tested positive for COVID, it don’t matter
We've been kissin’, so whatever he has, I have, I can't cry

I threw caution to the wind, get onto the bike
Take a minute for yourself, skinny-dip in your mind
I'm in love, I'm in love (I’m in love)

[Tommy Genesis]:
Hands on you knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha

[Lana Del Rey]:
I don't know, maybe we should do something like, like merge this song
You know that song, dance song? Or you know that song, that's like, haha, "Wipe Out"?
Wipe out!

[Tommy Genesis]:
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha

[Lana Del Rey]:
(Wipe out!)

[Tommy Genesis]:
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross

[Lana Del Rey]:
(Wipe out!)

[Lana Del Rey & Tommy Genesis]:
In the back somewhere, ha

[Tommy Genesis]:
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross

[Lana Del Rey & Tommy Genesis]:
In the back somewhere, ha

[Tommy Genesis]:
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back

[Lana Del Rey & Tommy Genesis]:
Somewhere, ha

[Lana Del Rey]:
Met my boyfriend down at the taco truck
Pass me my vape, I'm feelin' sick, I need to take a puff
Imagine if we actually gave a fuck
Wouldn't that be somethin' to talk about for us?

Caribbean Blue in sweater weather
I'm falling into you
Although it seems I've gotten better
I can be violent too

Oh, that's why they call me "Lanita"
When I get down I'm Bonita
Don't come find me in Reseda
I'll go crazy
Read, my gold chain says "Lanita"
When I'm violent, it's Carlito's Way
Blood on my feet, on the street
I'm dancin' crazy

Spin it till you whip it into white cream, baby
Print it into black and white pages, don't faze me
Before you talk, let me stop what you're saying
I know, I know, I know that you hate me

(Call me "Lanita")

[Margaret Qualley]:
Honey, I got up so early
And then, I know I was gonna shower
But then I was just able to go back to sleep for a hour and a half
So that rocked, um, anyway

[Lana Del Rey]:
(Ah, ah, ah)

[Margaret Qualley]:
I had this dream where, um, aha, I don't know

[Lana Del Rey]:
(Signin' off, bang, bang, kiss, kiss)

[Lana Del Rey]:
Young baby's back in town now (Oh no)
You should come-a, come over
We'll be hanging around now
You should come-a, come over
Back, back to the garden
We're gettin' high now because we're older
Me, myself, I like diamonds
My baby, crimson and clover

Oh, God, I miss you on my lips
It's me, your little Venice bitch
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids
Calling out, "Bang bang, kiss kiss"

(Ah, ah, ch'yeah)
Calling out, "Bang bang, kiss kiss"
(Ah, yeah, ah, ch'yeah)
Signin' off, "Bang bang, kiss kiss"
(Yeah)

Back in the garden
We're getting high now
Because we're older
Me, myself, I like diamonds
My baby, crimson and clover

Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever
Everything, whatever
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever
Everything's whatever

Oh, God, I miss you on my lips (I do, I do)
It's me, your little Venice bitch
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids
Signin' off, "Bang bang, kiss kiss"

(Ah, ah, ch'yeah)
Calling out, "Bang bang, kiss kiss"
(Ah, yeah, ah, ch'yeah)
Signin' off, "Bang bang, kiss kiss"
(Yeah, yeah)

If you weren't mine, I'd be (Get high)
Jealous of your love (Drop acid)
If you weren't mine, I'd be (Never die)
Jealous of your love (Not tonight, Lake Placid)
If you weren't mine, I'd be
Jealous of your love (Yeah)
If you weren't mine, I'd be
Jealous of your love
If you weren't mine, I'd be (Oh, God, I miss you on my lips)
Jealous of your love (It's me, your little Venice Bitch)
If you weren't mine, I'd be (On the stoop with the neighborhood kids)
Jealous of your love (Calling out, "Bang bang, kiss kiss")

Mm, mm
Calling out, "Bang bang, kiss kiss"
Mm (Jealous of your love)
Signin' off, "Bang bang, kiss kiss"
Mm (Yeah)