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