Florida Kilos
Lana Del Rey Lyrics
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Don't know what they mean
They're special, just for you
White palms, 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 something for ya
We could see the kilos or the keys, baby, oh ya
Guns in the summertime
Drink a Cherry Cola lime
Prison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my side
Yayo, yayo, yayo
And all the dope fiends
Yayo, yayo, yayo
Zoomin' my miles in gold hoops
You like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool
White lines, pretty daddy, go ski it
You snort it like a champ, like the winter we're not in
Come on down to Florida
I got something for ya
We could see the kilos or the keys, baby, oh ya
Guns in the summertime
Drink a Cherry Cola lime
Prison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my side
Yayo, yayo, yayo
And all the dope fiends
Yayo, yayo, yayo
We could get high in Miami, dance the night away
People never die in Miami, that's what they all say
(You believe me, don't you baby?)
Come on down to Florida
I got something for ya
We could see the kilos or the keys, baby, oh ya
Guns in the summertime
Drink a Cherry Cola lime
Prison don't mean nothing to me if you'll be by my
Yayo, yayo, yayo
All the Floridians like
Yayo, yayo, yayo
All the Colombians like
Yayo, yayo, yayo
And all my girlfriends
Yayo, yayo, yayo
That's how we do it, like
Mm-mm, pretty baby
White lines, pretty baby
Gold teeth, pretty baby
Dance the night away
The song "Florida Kilos" by Lana Del Rey talks about a toxic relationship that involves drug abuse and the attempts to escape reality. The lyrics paint a picture of a relationship that revolves around indulging in drugs, particularly cocaine. White lines in the lyrics refer to cocaine while baking powder mentions its preparation method. The title itself "Florida Kilos" refers to the alleged drug trafficking from South America into Florida. The song is an ode to Miami's infamous drug culture, the pink hotels, and non-stop partying.
The first verse is like a conversation between two people in love, where they talk about their tattoos, which are apparently special and have a personal meaning to them. They talk about cooking up dreams and turning diamonds into snow, which is probably a metaphor for turning something worthless into something that brings pleasure, similar to cocaine. The second verse is an invitation to Florida, where they could indulge in drugs, see kilos or keys, a reference to either drug shipments or fancy cars that are consumed by the drug culture. The singer talks about how prison would be bearable if her lover is by her side. The chorus reflects their addiction to cocaine as they repeat the word "yayo," a slang term for cocaine.
Line by Line Meaning
White lines, pretty baby, tattoos
You have tattoos and I have white lines that help me escape reality.
Don't know what they mean
I am lost in the beauty of the moment and do not question its meaning.
They're special, just for you
Your tattoos have a meaning that's just for you, and my white lines are special only to me.
White palms, baking powder on the stove
My hands are white from the powder I'm cooking on the stove - I'm turning diamonds into snow, creating a dream.
Cooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow
I'm turning something pure and precious into something different but equally valuable - creating my own dream this way.
I feel you, pretty baby, feel me
I feel a deep connection between us and I hope you feel it too.
Turn it up hot, loving you is free
Our love is intense and passionate, and it's also free - we don't need anything else but ourselves.
I like it down, like it down way low
I like things to be secretive and intimate - like something only a few people know.
But you already know that
I know that you understand me and feel the same way.
Come on down to Florida
Let's go to Florida together.
I got something for ya
I have something special and exciting to share with you.
We could see the kilos or the keys, baby, oh ya
We could either check out some drugs or some key places in Florida - how exciting!
Guns in the summertime
It's so hot in summer, people tend to lose their temper easily.
Drink a Cherry Cola lime
Let's drink something sweet and refreshing to cool us down in the heat.
Prison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my side
If I'm with you, I can endure anything - even prison.
Yayo, yayo, yayo
This is a euphemism for cocaine.
And all the dope fiends
People who are addicted to drugs.
Zoomin' my miles in gold hoops
I'm driving in my gold hoop earrings and enjoying the moment.
You like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool
You like me the same way you like your drinks - cool and refreshing.
Come on down to Florida
Let's go to Florida together again.
We could get high in Miami, dance the night away
We could have a great time partying and taking drugs in Miami all night.
People never die in Miami, that's what they all say (You believe me, don't you baby?)
A popular belief that life is too good in Miami and that people never die there, but I'm questioning if it's actually true.
Prison don't mean nothing to me if you'll be by my
With you by my side, everything else becomes irrelevant and doesn't scare me.
All the Floridians like
People in Florida like
All the Colombians like
People from Colombia love
And all my girlfriends
All the female friends I have
That's how we do it, like
This is how we always do it, we have a certain routine.
Mm-mm, pretty baby
Sultry expression of admiration towards someone we think is gorgeous.
White lines, pretty baby
I still have my white lines, so I'm not fully committed to you or the relationship.
Gold teeth, pretty baby
Another sign that I'm not fully devoted to our relationship and could be cheating on you.
Dance the night away
Let's dance until the sun comes up.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Daniel Quine Auerbach, Elizabeth Grant, Harmony Korine
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