Crepusculo
They tryna catch a nigga
But I'm run, running
None of these crackers will reach me
I'm too athletic
And i know that they wont catch me
If I'm run, running
Tryna catch a feeling
Cause i had to numb them
Or give them to them
Bitch i had to numb them
Now I wont open up
That just feels pathetic
La memoria me falla
I smoke too much chronic
La verdad y la venganza
son mis dos bastiones
Pull up en cota de malla
Tengo dos corazones
Y tengo miedo a que los hieran
So i had to numb them
Bitch i had to numb them
Or give them to them
So don't you act surprised
If i leave you running
A life of Run, running
From my mama, from men
From the karma of my kin
So I know ill outrun them
None of these crackers will reach me
I'm too athletic
All they bitches tryna have me
My dick magnetic
Don't wanna talk to niggas
They wont come correct
Escondía la pistola bajo el mantel
Crimen en blanco y negro como un film francés
La calma de la cena me pareció inestable
No puedo leer la escena si no es dantesca
Calambres en los pies de mi Titan, se derrumba
La piedra hace vibrar La Tierra cuando cae
La ha hundido tanto que han cavado su tumba
Bowling en escombro está to' al reves
La cordialidad no la pierdo me gano mi sueldo
Lo que pierdo es el sueño
El colchón está tieso
Negro, como el dinero
Circulo al crepúsculo
But I'm run, running
None of these crackers will reach me
I'm too athletic
And i know that they wont catch me
If I'm run, running
Tryna catch a feeling
Cause i had to numb them
Or give them to them
Bitch i had to numb them
Now I wont open up
That just feels pathetic
La memoria me falla
I smoke too much chronic
La verdad y la venganza
son mis dos bastiones
Pull up en cota de malla
Tengo dos corazones
Y tengo miedo a que los hieran
So i had to numb them
Bitch i had to numb them
Or give them to them
So don't you act surprised
If i leave you running
A life of Run, running
From my mama, from men
From the karma of my kin
So I know ill outrun them
None of these crackers will reach me
I'm too athletic
All they bitches tryna have me
My dick magnetic
Don't wanna talk to niggas
They wont come correct
Escondía la pistola bajo el mantel
Crimen en blanco y negro como un film francés
La calma de la cena me pareció inestable
No puedo leer la escena si no es dantesca
Calambres en los pies de mi Titan, se derrumba
La piedra hace vibrar La Tierra cuando cae
La ha hundido tanto que han cavado su tumba
Bowling en escombro está to' al reves
La cordialidad no la pierdo me gano mi sueldo
Lo que pierdo es el sueño
El colchón está tieso
Negro, como el dinero
Circulo al crepúsculo
Credits
Writer(s): Irene Uwasakindi
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