Baker from FP/EP by Flying Platforms

She saw me walking by
in the corner of her eye
My dumb ass didn't even see her
But when I did I really got the high
When the phone rang on a summer day
Must've started with a "hey"
or some senseless rap to fill the space trying to get her to stay on the line
she stayed for five,
pretty soon we took a dive
We'd skip on school just to mess around
with which the mommy didn't jive
I said “Baby we could run from home
we could make it on our own”
We're like seventeen"
she said "and we’ve got no job,
How we gonna get a loan?"

I said “We'll think about it later
We getting outta Baker"
I knew that it would break her
but I thought I'd be her savior“
Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and go

So we hopped on the greyhound
with 3 bills and a quarter
We blocked all the calls
while they knocked on the walls
They wouldn't accept her as a daughter
We drove over the hills and far away
No less than 90 on the highway
By the time we got to the Blvd
We thought we were here to stay
We made our home in a motel
put up Mia on the wall
Every night we made love "Go to Hell"
said the junkie down the hall
Who would’ve thought he'd be our guide
down through a rabbit hole
We laughed at the whores
when they chased down their Johns
until we had to sell our souls

We'll think about it later
We're hundred miles from Baker
I'll make a decent waiter
then I could be the savior
Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and go

• Alternative
• Neo-Soul
• ambient rock
• art pop
• chillwave
• experimental pop
• future funk
• nu-jazz
• synthpop
• Los Angeles