Factory Love - Bryce Vine

We got factory love, pharmaceutical pleasure

It’s just factory love, ain’t no high in forever

We’ve been on 'em for days, wired and high on a field

45 and a shot, four or five

Pop a couple bad aspirin, chop a couple, I’ll split

Knock up another one back sweet, sake up on that lip

Yeah, we live for that dove life

Yeah, we fuck with them beans

Girl, you live for them doves, right?

Take me under your wings

Ah, yeah, yeah

Coffee color mocha frame, talkin' but ain’t no exchange

Droppin' on me every day, hoppin' on me every day

Body drippin' hella Daiso, so says she wanna go to Stagecoach

Birdie puffin' lemon haze smoke, double vision got me double-dippin'

Ooh yeah, Feliz Navidad

Got the whole world on a string

What more did it bring?

White noise on the beach

Waves crash to the shore like calm in a storm

We got factory love, pharmaceutical pleasure

It’s just factory love, ain’t no high in forever

We’ve been on 'em for days, wired and high on a field

45 and a shot, four or five other pills

It’s just factory love, we get by on the pleasure

No old fashion in love, ain’t no high in forever

Ooh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Comb-like state to the dome, might face

Wanna go, don’t stop, never pause, no breaks

Let me crawl your walls, do it all, no stress

Waterfall in the bed, let it flow, life vest

I took too much of somethin', munchin' on some vitamin chew

Next thing I knew, I saw you crunchin' up anonymous blues

Odd colors swirlin' that shit not what vitamins do

You got the shade of skin to show your more androgynous roots, yeah

Oh yeah, yeah

Feliz Navidad

You got the whole world on a string

What more did it bring?

White noise on the beach

Waves crash to the shore like calm in a storm

We got factory love, pharmaceutical pleasure

It’s just factory love, ain’t no high forever

We’ve been on 'em for days, wired and high on a field

45 and a shot, four or five other pills

It’s just factory love, we get by on the pleasure

No old fashion in love, ain’t no high in forever

Ooh, eh, eh, eh, eh

All night long in the moon-white fog

You and I keep warm in a room not locked

Where the sun don’t shine for the dreary

And doves don’t cry for the weary (Don't cry for the)

All night long in the moon-white fog

You and I keep warm in a room not locked

Where the sun don’t shine for the dreary

No, the doves don’t cry for the weary