Dawn Richard

James Dean

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Got just what I wanted
Fell for the loose fitted jeans
Pussy coated in his veins, smoke signals lifted babe
The smoke signals are lifted babe
I blame it on the weed
And the lights at burning man
Said he liked my lasers
And he liked my Coltrane
He said he liked my Coltrane

He wasn't clean
He came from the other side of the hip scene
He kept his high to stay on his feet
He kinda like James Dean

He kinda like James Dean
Kinda like
He said love don't really matter, you can just be my Marilyn

Cocaine sheets and bourbon, Adderall and panties
He call that a Marilyn
He told me I should call him and set up another event
Maybe we can fuck again

He kinda like James Dean
Kinda like
He kinda like James Dean
He kinda like...

He wasn't clean
He came from the other side of the hip scene
Kept high just to stay on his feet
He kinda like James Dean

He said love don't really matter, you can just be my Marilyn
Love don't really matter, you can just be my Marilyn

Love don't...