I was listening to this the whole summer.Then I got back to my winter anxiety and I didn’t have the time to hear it. It reminds me of something so peaceful.I love it💫💙
White lines, pretty baby, tattoos Don't know what they mean They're special, just for you White palms, baking powder on the stove Cooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow I feel you, pretty baby, feel me Turn it up hot, loving you is free I like it down, like it down way low But you already know that You already know Come on down to Florida I got something for ya We could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh, yeah Guns in the summertime Chic-a Cherry Cola lime Prison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my Yayo, yayo, yayo And all the dope fiends Yayo, yayo, yayo Sun in my mouth and gold hoops You like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool White lines, pretty daddy, goes: Kid, you snort it like a champ Like the winner, winner in Come on down to Florida I got something for ya We could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh, yeah Guns in the summertime Chic-a Cherry Cola lime Prison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my side Yayo, yayo, yayo And all the dope fiends Yayo, yayo, yayo We could get high in Miami, dance the night away People never die in Miami, that's what they all say (You believe me, don't you, baby?) Come on down to Florida I got something for ya We could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh, yeah Guns in the summertime Chica Cherry Cola lime Prison don't mean nothing to me if you'll be by my side Yayo, yayo, yayo All the Floridians like Yayo, yayo, yayo All the Colombians like Yayo, yayo, yayo And all my girlfriends Yayo, yayo, yayo That's how we do it like Mm-mm, pretty baby White lines, pretty baby Gold teeth, pretty baby Dance the night away Fileiras brancas, querido, tatuagens Não sei o que significam Elas são especiais, só para você Palmeiras brancas, preparando pó em cima do fogão Cozinhando um sonho, transformando diamantes em neve Eu sinto você, querido, me sinta Aumente a temperatura, amar você é de graça Eu gosto baixo, gosto muito baixo Mas você já sabe disso Você já sabe Venha para a Flórida Eu tenho uma coisa para você Nós poderíamos ver os quilos ou o Keys, baby, oh, sim Armas no verão Beba uma Coca de Cereja e Limão A prisão não é nada para mim se você estiver do meu lado Cocaína, cocaína, cocaína E todos os viciados Cocaína, cocaína, cocaína Sol em minha boca e argolas douradas Você gosta de seu amor como você gosta de suas bebidas, geladas Fileiras brancas, paizinho, diga: Garota, você cheira como uma campeã Como a vencedora, vencedora em Venha para a Florida Eu tenho uma coisa pra você Nós poderíamos ver os quilos ou o Keys, querido, oh, sim Armas no verão Beba uma Coca de cereja e limão A prisão não é nada para mim se você estiver do meu lado Cocaína, cocaína, cocaína E todos os viciados Cocaína, cocaína, cocaína Poderíamos ficar chapados em Miami, dançar a noite toda As pessoas nunca morrem em Miami, é o que todos dizem (Você acredita em mim, não é, querido?) Venha para a Florida Eu tenho uma coisa pra você Nós poderíamos ver os quilos ou o Keys, querido, oh, sim Armas no verão Beba uma Coca de cereja e limão A prisão não é nada para mim se você estiver do meu lado Cocaína, cocaína, cocaína Todos os Floridenses gostam Cocaína, cocaína, cocaína Todos os colombianos gostam Cocaína, cocaína, cocaína E todas as minhas namoradas Cocaína, cocaína, cocaína É assim que fazemos Mm-mm, querido Fileiras brancas, querido Dentes de ouro, querido Dance a noite toda
I recently read _Last Night at the Telegraph Club_ by Malinda Lo. It was a book set during the 1950s, when the Red Scare blossomed and the LGBTQ+ community continued to be harassed by society. The book centers around Lily Hu and her journey of finding herself and figuring out her sexuality(she's a lesbian.) It's also about her becoming more comfortable with who she is as a lesbian AND a Chinese American in America. She meets a character named Kathleen "Kath" Miller. To sum it up, they go to the Telegraph Club together. The Telegraph Club is basically a lesbian club/bar thing and there is a male impersonator there who sings and.. basically enchants every woman there 🤩. She's named Tommy Andrews. Every time Lily and Kath would go to the Telegraph Club, I'd open up this song by Lana because it really fit with the whole vibe of the club. Not necassarily the lyrics, but the beat. Along the way, I developed a serious crush on Tommy Andrews. She's so alluring.. 😩. What I'm trying to get at is that now.. when I listen to this song, I can't help but think about Tommy Andrews and the club altogether. I often fantasize what it would be like to be Tommy's girlfriend. Also a cool little fact is that Tommy Andrews is slightly inspired by an actual person. Her name was Tommy Vasu and she owned numerous lesbian bars around San Francisco in the early 50s, and let me tell you... wow... she is so attractive 😓.. Overall, I just adore this song slowed and I love the Telegraph Club and wish it existed hahaha. Sorry for this entire paragraph based around me adoring this song and drooling over a fictional.. well partially _?_ fictional character. To whoever decided to read this annoyingly long and pointless comment, I hope you have an amazing weekend. _Also_ go read the Telegraph Club! *NOW*
