![]() ![]() ![]() Del Rey lives here with her younger sister, Caroline Grant, a photographer who goes by Chuck. He’s a realtor, and Mom’s an English teacher whose passion is reading history books. ![]() She was just on the phone with him her parents are visiting. Del Rey is now a few years into her return from the desert, having arrived on a mystery train of Santa Ana winds, existential dread and “soft ice cream” (to quote her song “Salvatore”) that is uniquely her own. album sales at 2.5 million, and her videos have been viewed hundreds of millions of times. ![]() She’s a global phenomenon, part of the national conversation and cultural soundscape. “That was the most joyous time of my life.” The screen that so many gossipy personas have been projected onto (rich preppy, suicidal anti-feminist, morbid dilettante) has instead transformed into a nearly religious dashboard icon of ghostly seduction. “For seven years I wrote sexy songs about love,” she says. She was tarred as a poseur - part Edie Sedgwick, part Valley of the Dolls, a Never Will Be Ready for Primetime Player - but it turned out that Del Rey was only at the end of Act One in an all-American A Star Is Born passion play of celebrity crucifixion and resurrection.īorn Lizzy Grant in Lake Placid, N.Y., Del Rey moved to Manhattan at 18. Writer(s): Jr., Bryson Tiller, Isom Brandon Stewart, Tavoris Hollins, MARIAH CAREY, Jermaine Dupri, Johnta Austin, Bryan Michael CoxLyrics powered by exodus was partly born of the need to heal following a 2012 appearance on Saturday Night Live that elicited a slaughter-of-the-lamb storm of derision over the then up-and-coming star’s seemingly zoned-out amateurism. Don't, don't play with her, don't be dishonest (ayy) Still not understandin' this logic (ayy) I'm back and I'm better (and I'm better) I want you bad as ever Don't let me just let up I wanna give you better Baby, it's whatever Somebody gotta step up Girl, I'm that somebody, so I'm next up Be damned if I let him catch up It's easy to see that you're fed up I am on a whole 'nother level Girl, he only fucked you over cause you let him Fuck him, girl, I guess he didn't know any better Girl, that man didn't show any effort Do all I can just to show you you're special Certain it's your love that holds me together Lately you say he been killin' the vibe Gotta be sick of this guy Pull up, skrr, get in the ride Left hand is steerin' the other is grippin' your thigh Light up a spliff and get high Shawty, you deserve what you've been missin' Lookin' at you I'm thinkin' he must be trippin' Play this song for him, tell him, "Just listen" Don't Don't Girl, said he keeps on playin' games And his lovin' ain't the same I don't know what to say, but What a shame If you were mine you would not get the same If you were mine you would top everything Suicide in the drop switchin' lanes And that thing so fire, baby, no propane Got good pussy, girl, can I be frank? To keep it one-hundred, girl, I ain't no saint But he the only reason that I'm feelin' this way Givin' you the world, baby, when you get space Pen game get me laid, baby, that's penetrate Oh baby Don't H-Town got a nigga so throwed Pour up, we can party some more Yeah, got this drank in my cup Got a young nigga feelin' so throwed Spit fire in a world so cold Young money got a nigga feelin' old Spit fire in a world so cold H-Town got me feelin' so throwed H-Town got me feelin' so throwed Ride paint and we sip 'til we fold H-Town got me feelin' so throwed Spit fire in a world so cold H-Town got a nigga so throwed Don't ![]()
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