compliments & hoopla / simple memory

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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