Mom does not sleep, worries about her son
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There is a blizzard everywhere, the Caribs are playing on my table
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Girls climb the wall, they want my time
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I won't give it, I take care of my nerves
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She is choking me, smoky again, and I want to see her
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We don't need kisses, we'll just finish our smoke, it's better to howl the moon
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Asking questions but not getting an answer
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Your silvery locks are like summer rains
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I'll ask for your number, but not your phone,
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And the number on your barcode, because you are a product and nothing more
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You are sweet like my favorite Oreo
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You will arrange for the weak inside
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And you will not be saved by Jehovah's Witnesses
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In music for a long time, as in your mouth
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My heart turns black like tin
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If you are talking to me, follow the ambition
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I pepper food not with pepper, immediately with gunpowder
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When the coin arrived, we share it equally with our people
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You are like salt in my wounds, you are like Pagani Zonda,
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But you won't move all my plans
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Climb to my heart so late
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It seems that the pockets are full, but the soul asks for something
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I will light this mixture, oregano will close all their questions
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Mom does not sleep, worries about her son
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There is a blizzard everywhere, the Caribs are playing on my table
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Girls climb the wall, they want my time
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I won't give it, I take care of my nerves
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She is choking me, smoky again, and I want to see her
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We don't need kisses, we'll just finish our smoke, it's better to howl the moon |