I turned your body inward in the hot tub right beside me I heard you screaming "Adam" through the e-mails and the scenery In a darker kind of vision, my intuition flew up out of me Like the feeling of the body The snake and poison biting me And the lady's on the right of me She tames the Mercedes, my black and silver baby The skin melts in paper trails The women are hotter here [?] vacancies And I'm trapped in my limit Passing on and out at once I ran back to my place to enjoy the crystal fauna Lights on when I want ya I deny another drink [?] chemtrails All the girls are European They're dancing to The Weeknd And so are you... So fuck me like I need to feel your spirit back on top of me I need ya, I need to taste the salt in your skin again The iPhone rings, yeah, the iPhone rings Our insides burn, yeah, the insides burn more (The iPhone rings, yeah, the iPhone rings)