Last Garbage of the Night
Oh, shoes all around
Eighty-four feet tall
Shit, I don't know the why
You keep saying that
Woman shut your pretty lies
Then you speak to me
And oh, why this mess? You say
You say that I'm a trash
Keep it to your side
Never speak to me
And why this mess?
Why this mess?
And then float away
And keep it to your side
Eighty-four feet tall
Shit, I don't know the why
You keep saying that
Woman shut your pretty lies
Then you speak to me
And oh, why this mess? You say
You say that I'm a trash
Keep it to your side
Never speak to me
And why this mess?
Why this mess?
And then float away
And keep it to your side
Credits
Writer(s): Carlos Andrés Gil Rodriguez, Columba Isabella Benitez Ruelas, Erick Andrés Durán Plaza, Juan Ramón Martínez Mora, Mario Alexis Alvarado Valderrama
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