Lyrics Cobain - Santino Le Saint

Cobain

Party, party, party like I’m Cobain
I got Molly in the back doing cocaine
If you’re trying to smoke the gas, I got propane
In the coupe all black like I’m Bruce Wayne
Party, party, party like I’m Cobain
I got Molly in the back doing cocaine
If you’re trying to smoke the gas, I got propane
In the coupe all black like I’m Bruce Wayne
In a city full of demons, I’m like John Wick
They tried to pull me out the ghost, tried to kill my bitch (tried to kill my
bitch)
They tried to catch me in my feelings, but I never slip
Seen so many bullets with my name on 'em, full clip (full clip)
But they nevr hit, none of this
Dodgin' like Neo from all you Agnt Smiths, take a pic
I’m not your hero, baby, I’m heaven sent, hell bound
Heard that you’re into me, if we fuckin', we ain’t lovin'
This ain’t breakfast at Tiffany’s
If I day today, it’d be the greatest story I have ever told
Can’t die in vain because I lived through all the pain you’ve ever known
Party, party, party like I’m Cobain
I got Molly in the back doing cocaine
If you’re trying to smoke the gas, I got propane
In the coupe all black like I’m Bruce Wayne
Party, party, party like I’m Cobain
I got Molly in the back doing cocaine
If you’re trying to smoke the gas, I got propane
In the coupe all black like I’m Bruce Wayne
I’ve been the life of the party since I was sixteen
Dancin' with Courtney and Barbie, smokin' on some big dreams (ooh)
That’s where I met my twin flame, down on Elm street (yea)
Two blue pills on our tongue kiss taste bittersweet (bittersweet)
We left the hotel in a state, yea, that’s our calling card
And if we cannot feel our faces, we ain’t going hard enough
Whoa, find our cocaine next to our pain inside a heart-shaped box
If I day today, it’d be the greatest story I have ever told
Can’t die in vain because I lived through all the pain you’ve ever known
Party, party, party like I’m Cobain
I got Molly in the back doing cocaine
If you’re trying to smoke the gas, I got propane
In the coupe all black like I’m Bruce Wayne
Party, party, party like I’m Cobain
I got Molly in the back doing cocaine
If you’re trying to smoke the gas, I got propane
In the coupe all black like I’m Bruce Wayne