Dulce
Do I know you, tell me If I want you
If I want you tell me if I need you
They say, they say, they say
They say, they say, they say
Do I know you, tell me If I want you
If I want you tell me if I need you
They say, they say, they say
They say, they say, they say
In the kitchen handlin' the dough
Putting my hands on the stove
Whippin my wrist, a contortionist
Cirque du Soleil next Friday (Huh)
Met a masseuse, her name was Medusa
Asked me to do her, happy to do so
Had a lil problem, I ain't read up on that nerdy shit
I was a nice piece in her garden
From just a cook to a work of art
Ex-girl said this curse was fitting, 'cause the same shit makes up my heart
Bored and lonely way from the start
Out the womb and I prayed to God
Preyed on lamb, yo I'm scared to starve
Now I'm stone, not even marble carved
Reminisce on you, my god
Tick-tock all things resolved
Down the block with no end involved
Past the pavement I slammed into
Quicksand on my landscape
I sunk before, I ain't trapped no more
I grew these wings just to fly away but I end up just another night away
Cus I'm homesick
Grew up just to be a poet
Dividing us with no quotient
Comatose, overdose, hella broke, hella low, I sat alone again
Nothing to repent
Until we meet again
Till we meet again
Do I know you, tell me If I want you
If I want you tell me if I need you
They say, they say, they say
They say, they say, they say
Do I know you, tell me If I want you
If I want you tell me if I need you
They say, they say, they say
They say, they say, they say
(Aye, aye)
Nunca he podido sentir así
Más rapido que un colibrí
Siempre amanece, nunca anochece
Y siempre estaremos a un lado tí
No tenga miedo mi gran soldado
No se te olvide que estamos aquí
Somos el arma que esta a tu lado
Siempre estaremos contando en tí
If I want you tell me if I need you
They say, they say, they say
They say, they say, they say
Do I know you, tell me If I want you
If I want you tell me if I need you
They say, they say, they say
They say, they say, they say
In the kitchen handlin' the dough
Putting my hands on the stove
Whippin my wrist, a contortionist
Cirque du Soleil next Friday (Huh)
Met a masseuse, her name was Medusa
Asked me to do her, happy to do so
Had a lil problem, I ain't read up on that nerdy shit
I was a nice piece in her garden
From just a cook to a work of art
Ex-girl said this curse was fitting, 'cause the same shit makes up my heart
Bored and lonely way from the start
Out the womb and I prayed to God
Preyed on lamb, yo I'm scared to starve
Now I'm stone, not even marble carved
Reminisce on you, my god
Tick-tock all things resolved
Down the block with no end involved
Past the pavement I slammed into
Quicksand on my landscape
I sunk before, I ain't trapped no more
I grew these wings just to fly away but I end up just another night away
Cus I'm homesick
Grew up just to be a poet
Dividing us with no quotient
Comatose, overdose, hella broke, hella low, I sat alone again
Nothing to repent
Until we meet again
Till we meet again
Do I know you, tell me If I want you
If I want you tell me if I need you
They say, they say, they say
They say, they say, they say
Do I know you, tell me If I want you
If I want you tell me if I need you
They say, they say, they say
They say, they say, they say
(Aye, aye)
Nunca he podido sentir así
Más rapido que un colibrí
Siempre amanece, nunca anochece
Y siempre estaremos a un lado tí
No tenga miedo mi gran soldado
No se te olvide que estamos aquí
Somos el arma que esta a tu lado
Siempre estaremos contando en tí
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Writer(s): Alex Olmos
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