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Think I'm in love with Karen's O face, what? I wanna marry up and fast Flew private once, I can't go back Think I'm in love with Lana's lips on wax I wanna ride with you there and back I wanna carry you like Jesus Down red carpets during Canne I want a no-show job that sounds good to my new bourgeois friends I want a copy of the keys to your matte black Cadillac I wanna ride with you there and back I think I love Alice for burning down castles of friends A mushroom cloud expands, a kingdom built on shifting sands Think I love Dej for breaking bread up in her hands I wanna migrate to Michigan I want a chariot like Caesar for the trip from promised lands I want a stereo receiver Bumping transcendent jams I want a copy of the keys to your matte black Cadillac I wanna ride with you there and back I wanna love you like you're my last I wanna ride with you there and back I wanna love you like you're my last From Letras Mania