El Carall, passing at 8 g's, stop, four or five g's on, maybe Milky Way on go, loop, groove, galop.
What are you going to say, when I have a lyric in the teco to tell you?
What do you want from me, so much delicacy that she doesn't want to show up? Mine, gIn this consciousness, there is no presence of yours, there is only the lord of experience and trying to turn back.
What is of sheer innocence, doesn't make little ovencia, this music I make for you, is not for your honey, bel, well, gel in the hair, perfume, eager chick, put a story.
I don't want to know about you, talking about what I have, you don't like me, I'll go alone through the hitch.
It's to say it's more prettier to talk about you, music is a feat I don't care to leave, I don't want to lose the art of doing the work, you know that, bambino, seismic lyric, desires to give.
What is it to you what I used to say, what I used to say, your dad at home, smoking my blowjob,
saying he sucked me, we're already going over to the neighbor's, to say that Colima is good, thirtieth gram of mineral wedges, active heat production matters, interior rotation, 26 g's, possible relativity, fold, surplus.
In that which she wanted, she only spoke like that downwards, when she says it's symbolism of this earth.
Of those mere artifacts to see me remember with the strength you have.
What do you want to say, commandment doesn't want to make it.
It's not your elegance, it's the lack of greed, because that gluttony of yours what you're going to put, take, le, sell pleasure of knowing everything already of me, I already gave myself to you, and what do you want to make of your sky.
Your same respect, your same right, of what you talk about, I don't have of me.
Look over at your debates, sending a lot of peace and you don't do a damn thing, thinking of me.
Me loving your piato, and going to check the state of your pot.
I won't talk of other shit, you already had the color less of the bros, it's not your house, it's Ricardo's.
