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your signature spans far enough that it folds into a bottom line and that's a bannable offense

lana is getting her pilot license so she can fly supplies into the barricaded west berlin, anti-russian queen fighting for america

the bible is about different things though

happiness is a butterfly being track 4...i hear it mariner's apartment complex track 1 norman rockwell...track 2 in your car track 3 hapiness is a butterfly track 4 bartender track 5 velvetier track 6 cinnamon trak 7

you just know they get DOWN to sweet caroline when they're sad they play side B of scorpion and juice wrld

oh, then i don't know ngl i kinda assumed they're the definition of "locals" that don't have much stake or a real sense of love for some types of art form- like when a singer/comedians family don't give a damn that they're famous and they're kinda just like "oh, okay cool- so you sing?" they look like they listen to pop radio and think of Without Me as a heartfelt ballad to post on IG stories to shade their husband for not helping out with the dishes or buying them a subscription to blue apron bc they liked a facebook status ab it

i don't hate her backup dancers, I think it's kinda cute at times but i understand people's dislike for Lana having to share her stage presence- there's a specific magic you can find in her 2011-2013 performances when it was just her swaying on stage to her music that you don't see in her 2016-current performances of half-assed choreo and the obviously fake microphones the girls get not to mention the awkward lip syncing from the hiab teasers if you're in the business to be a backup dancer or be on a major artist's team it's kinda mandatory that you treat them like people, friends, co-workers, etc. it's their job to work with major celebrities..if you freak or are overly geeked by the artist you're being paid to work with ppl probably won't want to hire you it's a business to generate revenue at the end of the day

happiness is a butterfly

it's already enough having 2 girls attempt to eye-fuck the camera let alone 6 more bitches w no organic upper lip and bad roots

marching past the storefront down wilshire i spot it, the glass encasing hundreds of years of history and nonvisual memories the shelves lined with ribbon, satin, words of another time and another era the faint scent of a foreign lover's day out whispers through each label faint green hues sparkle against the 5pm sunlight, the lilac waters swirl in the little girl's hands- only now beginning to feel grown up in the arms of the upper echelon aroma notes of bergamot, warm vanilla, mint leaves and fauna, newly inscribed upon the bottles if one dares to reveal the mystique and allure. the only scent to hit the rush of adrenaline within my soul & spirit, cinnamon sensual, bitter, spiced ravages her way through the inner circuitry of one's mind, pulling back the velvet curtains cinnamon.

i love that she was chasing that artistic community in California that she admittedly found some idea of in Brooklyn but decided to keep with LA, then she found her people with FJM and Johnathan Wilson for a quick minute, then sunk into the most basic and reductive version of herself with her new Beverly Hill GalPals- it's weird also the fact she's been tacking at that 'Laurel Canyon' sound for a good 5-6 fucking years now and made it with Yosemite only to withhold it. it's great seeing Yosemite's influence being sparked in her darkest era despite the song being organically happy unlike Change

lana del rey songs: young and beautiful, video games, west coast, national anthem, the blackest day, yosemite, heroin, venice bitch, architecture elizabeth grant songs: change, love, in my feelings, sylvia plath, white mustang, mariners apartment complex, how to disappear, god bless america

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ke maybe potentially possibly releasing another song in closeness and orbiting such greatness as venucci thrussy and bitch like a dog and she only ever reallydates dogs but no beastiality and beauty cause she is not beautfl and somebody lied to her several times saying her poetry was hot and it was nothing of the sort nothing like that but what is beautiful is mariners apartment complex on a breezy and oceany and windy and kinda sunny but also mostly cloudy the big puffy circumulous and psinius kinda that look like bleached cotton candy peppering down ashes of invisible smok onto all the children and the children's children in this very very very very very every very veryr very very veyr vyerv yerve yrevvye hot planetal orbting earth because mariners apartment compex gives off such nongreasy and healthy kale wehategrass symptonmonius vibes that can only be surmounted by another beachy breezy easy peazy squeezy easy breezy beautiful cover girl type song that can only really come close to surmounting the unstoppable and immovable mountain of MAC like the big ac but less fat and more flop and no cheese because she's done no promo for this album that is rumored and hypothesized to be 13 tracks long but she has never even confirmed this and not even apostoles can confirm that and he fucked little boys and was usually kinda right at times for ancient grecian sbut not for miss lana banana bobanan fee fi fo fum danamal copa cabana cubana hannah montana del riggery because you know what i can't tell anyorre what songs might be on the album and in your car sounds like a very very very nice song and title and track and singular sole uno record to listen to among the same cardinal and cardiovasular arterous vein that you can find venice bitch swimming through i your bloodstream like a dazzling and 80s scented gondola strolling through the crowded muddy water circuits of venice italy not to be confused with venice californium or venice texas or even paris texas because lana could never screw up her geography and in your car sounds like that and howt do spiepear sounds kinda like an olden book with the leathery spine that's kinda like mine with the twine from a past cows uterus woven into soft silk then put through tumultuous quests to find it's inner being and personal direction in this journey and game we all cal life an

venice bitch is top 5 in doscography coming for that number 1 slot spot on the dippity dot of the probable maybe potential inconclusive and unconfirmed and versatile and volatile and efervescent and everchanging tracklist of normany fucking rockwellionton the sixth studious studio grade A exemplary album in a long line + 1 ugly dumbfuck child of albums released by elizabethian coolwhip ranch government pell Grant aka LabanaBoards Del Mar Del Raisin and nothing could ever possibly stop her from doing such atroidinary and extroidanary and steroidinary things li

venice bitch is one of her best songs she's ever made, top 5 easily

i've loved her for years n she deserves more hehe jus thought it was a nice observation that ties to NFR

I mean yeah it's a bit 'edgy' but the tiny dancer, the cats in the yard, the laptop diss- it could easily fit to Lana without question if it weren't for other lyrics

Kinda ironically the new K. Flay song 'bad vibes' has so many lyrics that come off as direct disses to Lana- despite knowing the song isn't about her skdkskd 'you think it's hot to be sad but it's not you're an ex-prom queen slippin stones in your docs in a circle with fun that's illegal you act like you're the cop you're the sequel that sucks' 'doors always have their locks like why even try when we're already fucked got your hands on a laptop, face in the mud just stop' 'say now that's just depressing when basic girls sing tiny dancer' 'sip all your drinks on ice no surprise, your backyard's filled with stray cats and that's sad..' 'you think it's cooler to have dark thoughts never eat ice cream only take white drugs in a circle of people without any reason to love, you're a god' i can count easy references to all NFR singles, her personal life, and unleaked songs

that poem is trash! we hate her! delete the acct!

I mean we got 2 Chainz, Jonas Brothers, Solange, Marina, etc.

why would you of all people like to her like this how to disappear gives me..second hand smoke, bread, and oranges- with the scent that burns ur nose, the bridge is mac gives me sea salt, caramel, with a similar sandwich but a panini from panera bread on a pier, the smell of peligans, bird shit, seaweed, with like a post-humous flavor of cucumer water venice bitch gives me peach, just a pound of fucking peaches fuzz and all being slammed down my throat with a cherry, a blended margarita if u will