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White teeth, baby, they are perfect Weed soul, baby, heroine heart (in love with some heroine heart) So bad but baby, you worth it Need me? This is just the start Red lips, baby, don't care if you ain't flawless We rule this You're playin' with my patience You want a taste of my affection We love love and we love lust Pouring some Rosé in my cup Black jeans, baby, they're so dirty Drug love, baby, morphine star (I'm in love with a morphine star) Feels so good, keep me company Want me? Come and love me hard Red dress, honey, love it 'cause you're so damn free You rule this Walking on a white sand beach I'm kissing a white teeth mouth I know you don't care if I ain't rich I'm losing you 'cause you wanna get back in the past Get back in the crowd at Woodstock Ah, ah, ah Letras de cancionesAt Woodstock But we still got Coachella Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah You're playin' with my patience You want a taste of my affection We love love and we love lust Pouring some Rosé in my cup California life, it's a curse But this is why I love you, girl You're so real even though you seem sureal You make me trip, make me pop pills Caught in this chase of the thrill Got caught in the thrill of it Rolling through the hot summer Flowery crown on your hair, cliché Rolling through the hot summer You're my bird and I got you in my aviary, baby Walking on a white sand beach I'm kissing a white teeth mouth I know you don't care if I ain't rich I'm losing you 'cause you wanna get back in the past Get back in the crowd at Woodstock Ah, ah, ah At Woodstock But we still got Coachella Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah From Letras Mania