MereJane - Pre-Alien Lyrics

Holding nothing to you
I'm holding nothing but them bottles
Most of the quaaludes
Florida lady got em
Five four three
Ride it out for me
Five four three two
Ride it out for you
She don't wait for no f*ckin spotlight
She could buy all your white
I'm on the verge of unorganized crime
Really should I poetize jail time?
Funneling lines
Go badabumpbump
Dat shit now
Do you like eight balls?
It's for freewill
I suspend shells
Queue the applause
For more alcohol
I hear you my love
I can't get involved
I found you in a dream
It's not sitting well
Cuz I modeled myself in sadistic love
Take my arm I'm not a part of this
And so it starts the grand comedy
Holding nothing to you
Holding nothing but them bottles
Most of the quaaludes
Florida lady got em
Maybe they're pre-alien
It might be in my head again
I keep meeting mutant kids
Maybe they're pre-alien
Holding nothing to you
Holding nothing but them bottles
Most of the quaaludes
Florida lady got em
Holding nothing to you
Nothing but them bottles
Most of the quaaludes
Florida lady got em
Come up here
If you hear the 808s
She a candy flipper
Rolling on a plane
A candy flipper
Rolling on a plane
Come on up here
If you hear the 808s
Auf wiedersehen
Money in my brain
Wait wait ride it out for me
Maybe they're pre-alien
Somebody munching on the engine
Five four three two one
Ride it out for someone
Five four three two one
Ride it out rest your arms