He hit me and it felt like a kiss
He hurt me but it felt like true love
This is ultraviolence

My baby lives in shades of cool
But I can’t fix him, can’t make him better

Big dreams, gangster
Said you had to leave to start your life over
I was like no please, stay here,
We don’t need no money we can make it all work
So I stayed up waiting, anticipating and pacing
But he was chasing paper
Caught up in the game that was the last I heard

I still remember that day we met in December
Remember how we used to party up all night
While she starts to cry, mascara runnin’ down her little Bambi eyes
Lana, how I hate those guys

He doesn’t mind I have a flat broke down life
He loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart

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Assistent Richelle Mellema
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Westside Inn Amsterdam


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