Cristo
Listen
Let me tell you a little something that I know
Everyone wants their story known
Everybody wants to go down to the disco
Fucking around getting higher than cristo
Anything just to go and get away
Can't wait no lag no delay
Cry for help may numb the pain
Take this and forget your day
I'm no exception
Look at me I'm fucking exceptional
Oh what the fuck am I saying
Yo let's try this again
I am no exception
Got no deceptions
No god delusions
No religion pushin
Fuck what you think and fuck what you know
I been in it for a minute and this is my show
I can feel it kickin' in
Losing feeling in the face
The clocks still tickin'
And the rooms losin' pace
She like the way I move
She like the way I talk
She like the way I always lose
And now she's trying to fuck
Never understood
What they saw in my eyes
Empty with a side
You can call it suicide
Doing this and that
Going here and there
She like it when I pull her hair
While I'm blowing out her back
Yeah
But enough about that
Enough about that
Oh yeah
Where was I
Let's go
Let me tell you a little something that I know
Everyone wants their story known
Everybody wants to go down to the disco
Fucking around getting higher than cristo
Anything just to go and get away
Can't wait no lag no delay
Cry for help may numb the pain
Take this and forget your day
Who do you think you're talking to?
Who do you think you're talking to?
Who do you think you're talking to?
Who do you think you're talking to?
Yo who the fuck is France Hilton
I honestly don't know
Fuck it
Let me tell you a little something that I know
Everyone wants their story known
Everybody wants to go down to the disco
Fucking around getting higher than cristo
Anything just to go and get away
Can't wait no lag no delay
Cry for help may numb the pain
Take this and forget your day
I'm no exception
Look at me I'm fucking exceptional
Oh what the fuck am I saying
Yo let's try this again
I am no exception
Got no deceptions
No god delusions
No religion pushin
Fuck what you think and fuck what you know
I been in it for a minute and this is my show
I can feel it kickin' in
Losing feeling in the face
The clocks still tickin'
And the rooms losin' pace
She like the way I move
She like the way I talk
She like the way I always lose
And now she's trying to fuck
Never understood
What they saw in my eyes
Empty with a side
You can call it suicide
Doing this and that
Going here and there
She like it when I pull her hair
While I'm blowing out her back
Yeah
But enough about that
Enough about that
Oh yeah
Where was I
Let's go
Let me tell you a little something that I know
Everyone wants their story known
Everybody wants to go down to the disco
Fucking around getting higher than cristo
Anything just to go and get away
Can't wait no lag no delay
Cry for help may numb the pain
Take this and forget your day
Who do you think you're talking to?
Who do you think you're talking to?
Who do you think you're talking to?
Who do you think you're talking to?
Yo who the fuck is France Hilton
I honestly don't know
Fuck it
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamín Torres
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