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Cruise Patrol / Lockdown

by Amaya Saint Laurent

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"Lockdown” 041020 12:35am

[Phone Conversation]

Almost out of good old fashioned tequila.
(Said I'm almost out of good old fashioned tequila)
And the sun comes out,
But I know, darling I wanna feel you now.
(I wanna feel you now)

I've been skating through the roads in my hometown.
Ain't but a soul out.
I'm coasting through ghosts now.

The economy's just bottoming.
Floating through the galaxy
Just hoping I might be alright.

But you won't get me down,
You won't get me down, no.
(Call the cop cars)
You won't get me down,
You won't get me down, no.
(Call the cop cars)

Still the sun sets.
Still I won't trip.

But for better or for worse,
It's a blessing and a curse.

I get to reset all my mental works.
I just needed a deep breath from everything,
The stress, the mind, the over texting them.

Almost out of good old fashioned tequila.

I hope another drip comes out.
I hope another drip comes down.

Make it rain make it rain on me,
Let the fire burn on out.

Cause it feels the same.
The sun and the rain.
You can feel it hit your face.

Cause you're stuck in your own lane.

Make you want to swerve into the traffic light,
You need to satisfy your urges and it won't suffice.

Drinking alone at home,
Just trying to find a way to roam in your headspace.

Swear,
I've never been at home this long,
cause for what man.
I'd rather be out making money working.

I'd rather be making money working.
Would rather be hanging out with my friends.

Would rather be swimming in the ocean.
Would rather be looking for the potion.
To drink on down when the world ends.

So go ahead and write your tickets in your book.
I don't really give a fuck, I ain't even shook.

I'ma sit down and enjoy the view,
Cause I don't really give a damn about you.

(Give a fuck about you, give a fuck about you.)

What the fuck do I do?

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Transition into "Cruise Patrol"

Call all your cop cars.
Put me behind bars.

For trying to live out my fears of being alone.
Alone,
Alone, yeah.

Call your cop cars,
oooh doll, you know I got guards.
So call all of your cop cars,
I'll be waiting at the door.

(sirens)

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released April 10, 2020

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