Buenos Aires
We all got a little time, yeah. We all got a little time, yeah
Young Maradona, in Buenos Aires Villa, mansion with the spiral staircase
The peacocks give me endless headaches But the feds can't enter my airspace
That's why I'm in the kitchen cooking soufflé I'm an old soul on a new wave
Goddamn, it's a new day, new day, new day I got love for Virginia
Where all they do is cook and someone's cooking the base
And someone's cooking the books but who's really the crooks? I made you look
Revofev in my decorum So fuck Donald Trump and every president before him
Medals postmortem, kill you on the balcony and nod from the boredom
Then cry at your funeral in the morning Build a statue of you just for the tourists
And they wonder why we afraid of our own shadows
Cause we was in the valley afraid to climb and we plateaued, but I've been here
And I know we trying They block your light, try to stop it from shining
You flex the jacket, they could peep the lining
The universe is here with that perfect timing (we talking about)
Cause I'm new crazy and I'm old crazy (facts) My past and it's smoky and it's so hazy
I mean, I don't want no daisies Just to grow young with my old lady
Aye fuck you pay me Generation of Reagan babies
You don't know him maybe (nah) Ronald Reagan, the biggest drug dealer of the 80s
You can catch me on the Euphrates kissing my cousin's babies
Cause I'm back in the building (I'm in the building)
But me and my homies building But here there's no walls and no ceilings
There's no cops and no prisons and there's no innocent children
That can't get caught in the system We just living the vision (yup)
We just smoking that good shit
And not for afflictions Get the fuck out my mentions
Or you will see some tension Cause I'm about my business
Revolution is the religion
But you not fucking with my scene, no (right)
And you not fucking with my team, bro
I smoke a KD out of C-Note Easy as a free throw
My sister drinking Pinot the shisha pipe from Cairo
Hashish 'ill get your eyes low Used to give me eye rolls
Now they wait for my arrival Buenos Aires is my arrival
Revolution is my arrival
Young Maradona, in Buenos Aires Villa, mansion with the spiral staircase
The peacocks give me endless headaches But the feds can't enter my airspace
That's why I'm in the kitchen cooking soufflé I'm an old soul on a new wave
Goddamn, it's a new day, new day, new day I got love for Virginia
Where all they do is cook and someone's cooking the base
And someone's cooking the books but who's really the crooks? I made you look
Revofev in my decorum So fuck Donald Trump and every president before him
Medals postmortem, kill you on the balcony and nod from the boredom
Then cry at your funeral in the morning Build a statue of you just for the tourists
And they wonder why we afraid of our own shadows
Cause we was in the valley afraid to climb and we plateaued, but I've been here
And I know we trying They block your light, try to stop it from shining
You flex the jacket, they could peep the lining
The universe is here with that perfect timing (we talking about)
Cause I'm new crazy and I'm old crazy (facts) My past and it's smoky and it's so hazy
I mean, I don't want no daisies Just to grow young with my old lady
Aye fuck you pay me Generation of Reagan babies
You don't know him maybe (nah) Ronald Reagan, the biggest drug dealer of the 80s
You can catch me on the Euphrates kissing my cousin's babies
Cause I'm back in the building (I'm in the building)
But me and my homies building But here there's no walls and no ceilings
There's no cops and no prisons and there's no innocent children
That can't get caught in the system We just living the vision (yup)
We just smoking that good shit
And not for afflictions Get the fuck out my mentions
Or you will see some tension Cause I'm about my business
Revolution is the religion
But you not fucking with my scene, no (right)
And you not fucking with my team, bro
I smoke a KD out of C-Note Easy as a free throw
My sister drinking Pinot the shisha pipe from Cairo
Hashish 'ill get your eyes low Used to give me eye rolls
Now they wait for my arrival Buenos Aires is my arrival
Revolution is my arrival
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Writer(s): Tim Rice, Andrew Lloyd Webber
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