Pangaea

Fire on the freeway
 Lighting up the sky like propane
 I get it in with no shame
 I want the money don't want fame
 I kiss him with my eyes open only halfway
 Stayed up for the moon, only saw the doorway
 We're about to foray
 Third eye open always
 I'll never be a mother but he calls me mama
 I'll never say a thing but I got a thing for him
 Run away to Monterey
 Storm the sea
 This is how the moon looked from Pangaea
 He towers over me
 I will climb him like a tree
 He tries to keep me safe but Hollywood ain't playing games
 This city's gonna hurt me
 Cutthroat bitches wanna cut me
 Cut 'em right back
 Baby I'm gonna be okay
 Don't worry, I give 'em no leeway
 I cut 'em right back
 Night driving through Pangaea
 Ancient sky how good to see you
 LA nights have no stars
 So we catch 'em in the desert when we're laying on the roof of my car