Black On Black

I think I've seen you before On a poster that I hung on my door I always wanted just to see a little more Now you're lying next to me on my floor, hmm I'm on some '90s shit, lime and a vodka kick Just like I'm cool enough for you I love the way you wear that black on black Oh, I love the way you talk to me like that With your fingers on my chest It's heart attack Oh, I love the way you Wear that black on black Take it off like that Let's stay here for a while You'll snap some Polaroids 'cause Boy, that's your style You'll tell me that you want to see a little more We end up back down on the floor, hey I'm on some '90s shit, lime and a vodka kick Just like I'm cool enough for you (Feel like I'm cool enough for you) I love the way you wear that black on black Oh, I love the way you talk to me like that (No, yeah) With your fingers on my chest It's heart attack (It's heart attack) Oh, I love the way you Wear that black on black Take it off like that Like that Take it off like that California kid, you're a nasty punk Smoking them cigs, smoking all them blunts M6 riding and you got that cash Rock that black on black on black California kid, you're a fucking sleeze But damn, boy You got me fucking on my knees M6 riding, making out in the back Rock that black on black on black I love the way you wear that black on black (Oh) Oh, I love the way you talk to me Like that (Oh, talk to me like that) With your fingers on my chest It's heart attack (It's heart attack) Oh, I love the way you Wear that black on black (Oh) California kid, you're a nasty punk Smoking them cigs, smoking all them blunts M6 riding and you got that cash Rock that black on black on black California kid, you're a fucking sleeze But damn, boy, you got me fucking on my knees M6 riding, making out in the back Rock that black on black on black Hey, rock that black on black on black Mmm, rock that black on black on black