Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ¡Ay Caramba!, artist - RIZ LA VIE. Album song Keep., in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 25.05.2017
Record label: THANKYOURIZ
Song language: English
¡Ay Caramba! |
| ¡Ay Caramba! |
| I been comin' up |
| ¡Ay Caramba! |
| I been comin' up (Comin' up) |
| ¡Ay Caramba! |
| I been comin' up |
| ¡Ay Caramba! |
| I been comin' up (Comin' up) |
| Veni, vidi, vici, I am my own fuckin' species |
| I love YG and the Bee Gees, I’m not fighting, I’m not feeding, huh |
| I’m just feeling, huh |
| Cast my line, now I’m reeling, huh |
| Noses bleeding from the seating, huh, it’s quite revealing |
| You’d have better luck sneaking in from the ceiling, huh |
| They been sleeping, feel like CM Punk |
| I wake up to 88 new texts, okay, okay, take a breath |
| Deep breathing to my treasure chest |
| Gang deeper than a leather vest |
| Biker with no rider, view from Heaven’s nest |
| Backstage so it ain’t it too loud, posture proud in the present tense |
| She can tell by my posture |
| I’m no imposter |
| She can tell by my posture |
| I’m no imposter |
| She can tell by my posture |
| I’m no imposter |
| She can tell by my posture |
| I’m no imposter |
| You can lead a horse to water |
| But you can’t make it drink |
| You can lead the sheep to knowledge |
| But you can’t make him think |
| You can lead a race the whole time |
| And lose in the last steps |
| You’re telling me that you can’t see that we the best |
| She don’t question me, I’m Lebanese |
| Is it the color of your skin or the culture underneath |
| Cold desert I might freeze, bold blessings in the breeze |
| Soul speech my expertise, South Beach for many weeks |
| Could not phase me or change me, my babe, uh |
| Salty leaf lemonade, don’t tweak from the taste |
| I am one with the force and the force is |
| One with me, yeah |
| Said I’m one with the force and the force is one with me |
| (I am one with the force and the force is one with me) |
| Tension in the air feels like smoke in my lungs |
| Exhale, my head in your hands like lightning on sand |
| Inhale, singin' to you feels like glass in my gums |
| Deep breath on the track that I run |
| Deep stress, feel relaxed when I’m done |
| Deep step into the blackhole, son |
| Deep depths 'cause I aim like I stand |
| Deep texts from a girl who might jump |
| Keep texts like that on my phone |
| Just to show myself I’m not all that young |
| Keep going 'cause I might get it all |
| Keep knowing like a psychic’s involved |
| Keep Rima Lara Nora straight |
| Keep my posture proper but I bet it’s different when it’s your estate |
| Keep it safe inside your castle |
| I knew my vision since I threw my tassels |
| Keep myself to myself, keep my songs off the shelf |
| Keep my wisdom and health, keep my thinking intact |
| Keep the wind at my back, keep all you found, not just wealth |
| Keep on keepin' on but peakin' season’s all that’s on their mind |
| I keep tryin' but haven’t even scratched what’s mine |
| She talk to me, gave me her name and numba |
| ¡Ay Caramba! |
| Guess this is the come up |
| Kept tryna hit your line |
| Kept tryna get it right |
| Kept tryna make you mine |
| I finally made you mine |