Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Besos, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Date of issue: 11.08.2016
Song language: English
Besos |
| One up, never still if the sun up |
| It’s all love until the GOV see you come up |
| It’s like a jungle never know what’s gonna run up |
| We just wanna live forever with the thumbs up |
| Barcelona, no stops got the bump up |
| Smart phone in case cops pull the gun up |
| Artichoke, heart’s soft, mock duck tough |
| Garçon, bring a cup of that young drunk |
| I ain’t ya boy baby, you got me fucked up |
| Wait, let me state it plainly, shut the fuck up |
| Trust don’t occupy space with dumb luck |
| Hush, fuzz got the tour bus bugged up |
| Shhh |
| Dirty like the wheels on a dump truck |
| Birds snuck through the security with nun chucks |
| Adrenaline rush, the whole party jump up |
| I flood nut on her sponge butt |
| It goes, people people |
| I love the way you love the people people |
| People people |
| I love the way you love the people people |
| People people |
| I love the way you love the people people |
| People |
| From everywhere gather around, uh uh |
| Now, too playa, too clean for spoons |
| Got a, routine 'cause I fiend for structure |
| But cha, shooting at the ring and the moon |
| Screaming, fuck the world, 'cause that girl don’t love ya |
| There’s a few dreams to choose |
| But if they let you keep your shoe strings |
| They don’t want you to suffer |
| And if you’re blessed you can haunt each other |
| In a city of ghosts where the vultures flutter |
| Now, mood swings a convenient excuse |
| Seems that there’s gotta be something in the butter |
| Smother the fire before it gets discovered |
| One foot in the grave, the other foot in the gutter, uh |
| Boosting any loose thing, if it ain’t screwed down |
| It becomes prey to my hunger |
| I take it back to my underground bunker |
| Stay cool everybody, have an awesome summer |
| It goes, people people |
| I love the way you love the people people |
| People people |
| I love the way you love the people people |
| People people |
| I love the way you love the people people |
| People from everywhere gather around |
| Uh uh, uh, now |
| Bonus, me and my cojónes |
| Hoping that you never treat me like I’m homeless |
| Unless it mean you about to see me with some donuts |
| Or dominate the nomination where your zone is |
| What you thinking, it’s the reason we in show biz |
| Work like a clown with the squirt guns loaded |
| Only thing worse than being lonely is coke dick |
| Word got around and now we call you blow fish |
| You was pissing in your own bowl of porridge |
| When I rode across the ocean on the back of a tortoise |
| Never see me try to act like I’m gorgeous |
| Greasy mufucker make it party with the Socs |
| Tweet a picture of my penis to the POTUS |
| Roll my weed in the papers of some old eviction notices |
| The police came like a swarm of locusts |
| Hanky-panky Yanky Doodle of America |