Lyrics:

Sweet tooth, always had it in you
You would take from my cherry tree
Never asked my permission

Haven’t seen you around in a while
Maybe you found your candy queen 
With your sweet tunnel vision 

And I’m at my lemonade stand
O-H, low pH in my jug
And I’ll reminisce about your citrus kiss 

And I’ll pray, that one day I’ll be back in your arms

I found old candy hearts in my drawer(so vintage, I love it)
Sweet antiques from a time love was pure
And a note dated Valentine’s of 1989
1989

Valentine’s of ‘89

Valentine's Of '89 (Original, in style of Lana Del Rey)

Lana Del Rey - Ruby Tuesday (Snippet)

Spender - Lana Del Rey (ft Smiler)

Wayamaya

it's really over for the humans
i don't think you understand how bad it's gotten with these models
i just finger in a riff and then i pitch it to the puter didn't finish
and its spitting out a banger in two minutes
got a modicum of talent been forever mediocre
now this neural network knocking out a multitude of smokers
all these jokers out here fighting what is wrong or what is right and
these opinions make no difference cause this shit is just a business

my existence on this planet rather tenuous
i make art disingenuous because it sit up on the menu with a 
million other artists trying to make a mark and garner favor
in your music player so i rap it complicated multilayered
technologic with my product AI just another dotted line
up in my project so i guess i'm gonna bot it
like i botted all those dating apps and tricked a bunch of lonely tricks
to enter in their credit cards converted all my clicks bitch

(so sue me) i'm a part of the problem i got it made
i been embracing iterations of game
and i will utilize whatever weapons make themselves available to me
i'm gonna do me and just stand on my name
(so sue me) i'm a part of the problem i got it made
i been embracing iterations of game
and i will utilize whatever weapons make themselves available to me
i'm gonna do me and just live with the shame

it's really over for the humans
i don't think you understand how much my talent is in danger
multi-pager documents get generated by the button press
and nothing less will satisfy the overlords and corporate boards
pull the cords everybody panic everybody get dramatic
all these automatic agents they won't save us
from the depths of turing's anus where these algorithms living
men and women put their shit in to these models now it's giving

up the game but it's so useful i can put my life in neutral 
my copilot it's compiling everything i need in silence
i don't even need to prompt it got these settings where i want it
so i take a hit of chronic and i leave it up to sonnet
i'm iconic bitch i'm looking like a genius when i'm moving
i got suno making music for me i'm barely producing
i'm abusing every little bit of tech i get my hands on
running circles round these bitches before they can get their pants on


Spender - Lana Del Rey (ft Smiler)

Glimmering Darling