This is a song about "Coasts and rivers"

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

I call it speaking tongues

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Yeah, ready for whatever

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

And get it again and again

Shit, we don't believe none of them

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I'd rather do business than pleasure

And don't ever (and don't ever)