Spring Breakers

White lines, pretty baby, tattoos Don't know what they mean,  they're special just for you White lines, baking powder on the stove Cooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow I feel you, pretty baby, feel me Turn it up hot, loving you is free I like it down, like it down, way low But you already know that, you already know Come on down to Florida, I got somethin' for ya We could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh yeah Guns in the summertime, chic-a-Cherry Cola lime Prison isn't nothing to me, if you'll be by my side -florida kilos, lana del rey