PASTELS Lyrics

(Shouts out Legion of Doom, shouts out homie Portside, shouts out DropDead on the motherfucking shorts, okay-kay-kay)

And everything was

Pastel melancholy

Clocks gone Dalí now she don't know what to call me, baby

All we ever wanted was a joint of that,

And a quiet little spot to reconnoiter at

Blacked out everything

White like the Yeti

Blueberry bevi with a bratty little Becky

Trynna backseat drive, so I told her with my eyes that

She can either ride my dick or the Chevy

Fang Gang, I'll be scary til they bury me

Esoteric letters in kerosene on mahogany

Prophecies in my pockets

Getting weird in the Lear,

Bikinis up in the cockpit

Girly, we been lost since the coast

And the lean got her leaning like she trying to kiss a ghost

Hold on girly, we been lost since the coast,

And the lean got her leaning

Fuck em

And everything was

Pastel melancholy

At the graveyard drug party

Bodies on them bodies, but I can't tell

Too lost in the pastels

And everything was

Pastel melancholy,

Clocks gone Dalí, now she don't know what to call me

Don't know what to call me, baby, but I can't tell

Too lost in the pastels

And everything was

Pastel melancholy

At the graveyard drug party

Bodies on them bodies,

Bodies on them bodies, but I can't tell

Too lost in the pastels

And everything was

Pastel melancholy

At the graveyard drug party

All we wanted was a little love,

And to tell all the young ones, "Listen up,

Blow money fast, yo, this paper is a joke."

Tracing little figures in the smoke we been blowing at the ceiling

The colors never change

But I wish you were beer

And everything was

Pastel melancholy

At the graveyard drug party

Bodies on them bodies, baby

All we ever wanted was a little blood

And to laugh at all the people that could give a fuck

Blowing money fast, yo

This paper is a joke

Tracing little figures in the smoke that we been blowing at the ceiling

We them arch supervillains

Black hoodies with the ruckus like the cops can't kill us

Got no plans,

Glandes wrapped around my dick

Smell the loud around the whip,

Found her clit while I was tripping

All these tracers in my vision

While I'm sipping, pounding vino

And I never gave a fuck, just let me crash the El Camino

Nigga, I been lost since the jump

All this money and this pussy,

It'll never be enough

Like fuck it, get me high, baby

Let me ride, baby

The colors never change

Everything was

Pastel melancholy

Clocks gone Dalí, now she don't know what to call me

What to call me, what to call me, but I can't tell

Too lost in the pastels

And everything was

Pastel melancholy

At the graveyard drug party

Bodies on them bodies, baby

Bodies on them bodies, but I can't tell

Too lost in the pastels

Fuck em