.[Verse 1]
Braids like Frida Kahlo
Cigarette smoking shallow
A tattoo drag, leather backpack
Her stripes don't always follow
Quick whit, a vocal strain
Don't trust the weatherman, it ain't gonna rain
His hands both wave like a freight train
So eloquently spoken.
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