man-childYou fucked me so good that I almost said

I can see my baby swingingOoh, baby, baby, I love youI

pussy tastes like Pepsi ColaMy eyes are wide like

blocks to Fordham RoadThat’s a bad neighborhoodCrack house on

Ray(Ray, Ray)(Ray, raise me up)(Ray, Ray)(Ray, raise me up)(I don't

in the backyard, pull up in your fast carWhistling

me up them stairsWith my white socks onAnd my

Wait, wait, for meWait, wait, wait, for meCome on, babyI was

you get lonely, think of me onlyPrison isn't going

2011-2013: Born To Die eraAwards & Accomplishments2012 - GAFFA Award (Denmark)2012

song, another tryNot that you deserve it right now, BenNo

Blue jeans, white shirtWalked into the room you know you made

and take a walk on the wild sideLet me kiss

Love, I said real love is like feelin' no fearWhen you're

God’s reasons taste like Pepsi-ColaHer eyes are wide like cherry piesShe

don't call me angelYou ain't got me rightDon't call

My old man is a bad manBut I can't deny the

1: Taylor night, a few moons agoI saw flecks

Right now, soundHitmaka!Smash for the cloutDash, I'm outMashin' for the cloutTT,

Life is like an elementEveryone hoping and praying for settlementLiving here