Dambe
Yeah
Yeah
I hope it glisten where the stars stay
Miss sitting by your arm, I'd get to listen to your heart play
An artist
But nowadays that rhythm give me heartache, and hardships
I love to feel your spirit after long days, and car trips
My brother know I'm with you for the long way, the farthest
I know you with me even though it's wrong bae, regardless
I know I'm pulling strings inside your heart bass, guitar pick
I pray to rule the city like Scarface, some czar shit
Ain't nobody showed me pity 'til the bars came, apartments
With niggas on a different page but need somewhеre to park quick
Know you can't see a bit of rage but that don't mean I'm harmlеss
Desire and a bit of hate would fill me when I'm starved
It's the fire that my feelings made, it never gave me darkness
My brother know I'm with you for the long way, the farthest
I know you with me even know it's wrong, regardless
Pulling strings inside your heart bass
The eyes have been painted with the white clay
The color tells us that Guerrere is beautiful and pure
Around the chin, are leopard teeth
They aren't real, they're made out of a metal called brass
The teeth reminded everyone that the forest, where Guerrere lived, can be a fierce place
Yeah
I hope it glisten where the stars stay
Miss sitting by your arm, I'd get to listen to your heart play
An artist
But nowadays that rhythm give me heartache, and hardships
I love to feel your spirit after long days, and car trips
My brother know I'm with you for the long way, the farthest
I know you with me even though it's wrong bae, regardless
I know I'm pulling strings inside your heart bass, guitar pick
I pray to rule the city like Scarface, some czar shit
Ain't nobody showed me pity 'til the bars came, apartments
With niggas on a different page but need somewhеre to park quick
Know you can't see a bit of rage but that don't mean I'm harmlеss
Desire and a bit of hate would fill me when I'm starved
It's the fire that my feelings made, it never gave me darkness
My brother know I'm with you for the long way, the farthest
I know you with me even know it's wrong, regardless
Pulling strings inside your heart bass
The eyes have been painted with the white clay
The color tells us that Guerrere is beautiful and pure
Around the chin, are leopard teeth
They aren't real, they're made out of a metal called brass
The teeth reminded everyone that the forest, where Guerrere lived, can be a fierce place
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Writer(s): Michael Bonema
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