Tarantino PLVTINUM

[Verse 1]
Babygirl at home and she covered in blow
Daddy's penthouse in historic SoHo
She looked just like a star, she an OG Van Gogh
Think she wanna fuck, but what the fuck do I know?

[Pre-Chorus]
Got a fashion degree, she at FIT, twenty-three
Too fucked up to speak, one OAK every week, practically
Spirituality, practice what she preach (on her knees)
Sad, but make it chic
She a modern Greek tragedy

[Chorus]
Bend it how I like, we can hit the château
Told her that it's mine, but it's still in escrow
I threw her on the bed, slipped her out thе bandeau
Hands around my neck, purple coating my throat
(Likе ooh)
Going cookoo, losing my mind
I think I'm through with women who love me
You can spend the night, then you gotta go home
My life is a movie, it's a Tarantino

[Verse 2]
Poppin' Benzo's, but she's not diagnosed
Got baggage like Louis, got more issues than Vogue
She's cuttin' up coke, she's been cuttin' it close
Tellin' me secrets only her therapist knows