Looking for my pretty dope fiend
Someone more tragic than me
I'm looking for my pretty dope fiend
a minor to the faculty
I'm leaning on a corner with a magazine
With something in between
Caught sight of my pretty dope queen
Hanging out in another scene
Been out all night till the sunrise
Swimming in endless dreams
I got on a plane and I felt so high
Thunders died in New Orleans
These are the things I remember
He strung out but I'm clean
Left my pretty dope queen and a mirror
And she's gone crash you'll fucking scene
The other side of being me
More conceited then I've ever been
They told me how she died in two eighteen
Such a pretty little dope queen
I'm leaning in a corner with a magazine
With something in between
Caught sight of my pretty dope queen
Hanging out at a darker scene
Oh yea!
She is always there!
She is always there!
Lyrics Submitted by Nate Sh