Lyrics:
Dorado
Serve us every bread with a slice of avocado
You can drink cool macchiatos
'til you're jittery
I bet you fall asleep with your
Head up in
a dream
Streets was the hang out, every day kicked out
Caught by security telling us to get out
New route to the mall or my mom’s house
Girls would call
fortune was told
By and aged crone
Who prophesied fame and romance
Who hissed in her ear the outrageous idea
That she's also be empress of france
the world once more starts making sense
I'll unwind for a change, really? That'd be strange
Can I help it if I'm t-t-tense?
In a shack by the sea, I'll sit
Sunburn from the yacht
Still sparkling
Don't you think we're hot?
Yeah, obviously
Stoner astronauts
There's pot in these
He touch my G spot
Find your faith in your security
All broken up at seventeen
Jam your brain with broken heroes
Love your masks and adore your failure
We're
different from them other dudes
I've tried so hard to hold on with you
Yep by a minute I played a fool
I even let you sleep by with a lie or two
See I was
to graduation I'm on zoom
Fuck it, didn't matter i was busy in my room
While I'm on this shit I'll tell you
Bout the walks I took alone
With an NJOY in my palm
of the week
This disco used to be a cute cathedral
But we got no room if you ain't gonna be chic
Sell your holy habitats
This ship's been deserted by
me, I handle the business when it's time to get it, I zone in
I'm the same way if I'm with fifty niggas who be killin' or I'm by my lonely
I be
intrappoli
Immagino quei fianchi senza abiti
Ti ho chiesto il nome e dopo dove a-bi-ti
Indossi oggetti chic per sentirti più vip ma una vera Queen ha bisogno
they still let me hit it
When I need to
I be in the studio cooking everyday
Even on Sunday no chic fil a
So much heat I could drop
5 albums
3 EPS
you got Proof
Phonies watch me get dark like Goki
Tomme got ya girl all soapy
Facetime dat look closely
Stoner chic wrap that slowly if you Got packs
Entro all'evento chic co la clio ammaccata
E col cazzo che già mi gira
Fai il G poi volano pizze e fai come Justees (Buona la prima!)
In casa dicono
I'm confused, I don't know
Which way do I really go
This guy is fly
But another one pass me by
Stuck in the middle of this spot
That is
in my soul
Every single thing I touch might fuck around turn gold
And every single chic I hit gone say I took her soul
No I did not choose this life I
Every arena I'm a pop
Every time my album drop
I'm going to have a crowed
In the parking lot
Girls with posters screaming loud
Paparazzi running wild
niggas hell
Get caught go to jail, I would later make bail
Hit tha trap on tha same chic back to the mail
Get a rat, lay it down we was tossin em up
The Bloom, the Swoon, the Sugars on your block
The Planets land in flesh in the corners of New York
The ghetto, the meadow, the Mr. Butter flew
piss' in den Schnee und lass' Krokusse blühen
Ich bin Logos am sprühen in 'nem Gogo-Kostüm
Ich mach' Selfies mit Chics, du machst Fotos von Kühen
Ey,
Siamo chic s/siamo grezzi
Esci e sii chi cazzo ti pare
Io ho deciso chi diventare
Son giovane culto aka non più ego
cka gipsy king balla il bamboleiro
and a diet sprite
I think together we can make it one spell of a night
So make your mat on the floor with blankets from the bed
You'll pretend it's boho chic
Called in a Bad Romance
Called in a Bad Romance
Un petit enfant rêvait d'abduction, d'albédo
Imagine des aphorismes pour régir sa vie d'artiste et
(Chorus)
I play the game by the G code,
Play the game by the G code,
Being real is all that i know
I live my life by the V code
Live my life by
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