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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lana Del Rey
Background Vocals
Jack Antonoff
Programming
Margaret Qualley
Spoken Word
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lana Del Rey
Songwriter
Jack Antonoff
Songwriter
Mike Hermosa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lana Del Rey
Producer
Jon Sher
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jack Antonoff
Producer
Mark Aguilar
Assistant Recording Engineer
Megan Searl
Assistant Recording Engineer
Laura Sisk
Recording Engineer
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Met my boyfriend down at the taco truck
Pass me my vape, I'm feelin' sick, I need to take a puff
Imagine if we actually gave a fuck
Wouldn't that be somethin' to talk about for us?
Caribbean Blue in sweater weather, I'm falling into you
Although it seems I've gotten better, I can be violent too
Oh, that's why they call me Lanita
When I get down I'm Bonita
Don't come find me in Reseda
I'll go crazy
Read my gold chain, says "Lanita"
When I'm violent, it's Carlito's Way
Blood on my feet, on the street
I'm dancin' crazy
Spin it till you whip it into white cream, baby
Print it into black and white pages, don't faze me
Before you talk, let me stop what you're saying
I know, I know, I know that you hate me
Honey, I got up so early
And then, I got into the shower
I was just able to go back to sleep for a hour and a half
So that rocked, um, anyway
I had this dream where, um, aha, I don't know
Soundin' off, bang, bang, kiss, kiss
You heard my baby's back in town now
You should come, come over
We'll be hanging around now
You should come, come over
Back, back to the garden
We're gettin' high now because we're older
Me, myself, I like diamonds
My baby, crimson and clover
Oh God, I miss you on my lips
It's me, your little Venice Bitch
On the stoop with your neighborhood kids
Callin' out, bang, bang, kiss, kiss (Ah, ah, shatter)
Callin' out, bang, bang, kiss, kiss (Yeah, ah, shatter)
Soundin' off, bang, bang, kiss, kiss (Yeah, yeah)
Back in the garden
We're gettin' high now because we're older
Me, myself, I like diamonds
My baby, crimson and clover
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever
Everything, whatever
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever
Everything's whatever
Oh God, I miss you on my lips
It's me, your little Venice bitch
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids
Callin' out, bang, bang, kiss, kiss (Ah, ah, shatter)
Callin' out, bang, bang, kiss, kiss (Ah, yeah, ah, shatter)
Soundin' off, bang, bang, kiss, kiss (Yeah, yeah)
If you weren't mine, I'd be (Get high)
Jealous of your love (Drop acid)
If you weren't mine, I'd be (Never die)
Jealous of your love (Not tonight, Lake Placid)
If you weren't mine, I'd be
Jealous of your love (Yeah)
If you weren't mine, I'd be
Jealous of your love
If you weren't mine, I'd be (Oh, God, I miss you on my lips)
Jealous of your love (It's me, your little Venice Bitch)
If you weren't mine, I'd be (On the stoop with the neighborhood kids)
Jealous of your love (Callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss)
Callin' out, bang, bang, kiss, kiss
Soundin' off, bang, bang, kiss, kiss
Yeah
Written by: Jack Antonoff, Lana Del Rey, Mike Hermosa