compliments & hoopla / simple memory

video + editing- Samba Jean-Baptiste choreography - Judea Lowe lyrics: 1) when u slip ur tongue too early it dont make no sense at all I can tell inside ur done, ur high when the water make me feel like I aint in this shit at all I'm older, recognize it when the number touch the sky it dont mean nothing to me nah dont mean nothing to me nah every two day make me nauseous head down back seat of the car where you make love to me raw slide down hill with no breaks tell me what it took show me what it takes I'm older I can wait I can spend the time I'm sober I can tape I can recognize - mhm I'm searching for something thats bigger than me 2) im tryna die in nirvana i wanna kiss at the movies all of the hot boys from my class, theyre making the party a slow page i took my jet down to cherry 300 step im across it look down the window at paula i wanna make her my friend love'll make you put your fingers in your own mouth skin burning south and a dream of the Americas how young are we anyway? take another dose of proper propaganda