Lyrics
The cold truth coats the formal chattered greeting
The harsh reality is covered by a formal and insincere greeting.
Darling I’m broke, could you get your own rum and coke?
The speaker is financially struggling, asking the listener to buy their own rum and coke.
Your catholic bones contrast your nymphet teething
A contrast is drawn between the listener's Catholic background and their youthful, seductive behavior.
With just one toke, I’m sure we’d chill this evening
A suggestion that taking a single puff of a substance (potentially marijuana) would relax the atmosphere for the evening.
These plastic pubs, they make my head hurt
The artificial and sterile atmosphere of plastic pubs is causing a headache.
Let’s buy some cans and roll around into the dirt
Proposing a more genuine and raw experience by buying cans and rolling around in the dirt instead of staying in plastic pubs.
But you know my head won’t let go
The speaker acknowledges that they cannot shake off their thoughts.
I am more in debt to lust than you could hope
Expressing a greater indebtedness to lust than the listener might expect.
Your fragrance floats above these gentrified slopes
The listener's scent is described as rising above the upscale, gentrified surroundings.
But you seem coaxed by the Kardashian promos
Despite the appealing fragrance, the listener appears influenced by superficial celebrity promotions.
My blackened heart can’t stand your taste, girl
The speaker's emotions are conflicted, finding it hard to appreciate the listener's taste.
Still I’m obsessed with your stick thin legs that I want now
Admitting an obsession with the physical attraction of the listener, particularly their thin legs.
But you know my head won’t let go
Reiterating the difficulty of letting go of persistent thoughts in the speaker's mind.
I am more in debt to lust than you could hope
Reaffirming the strong influence of lust on the speaker, surpassing what the listener may anticipate.
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