I guess i wanna fuck And pull it up with the stanger That blows up in the middle of the loop Dariacore like fritos will free us, oooh My sight Get off the bus sight My sight Get off the plane sight, oh, yeah Your boss eating moss at Los Angeles Fucking loss that i crossed the street Oh salty as fucked up They say i will blow But you don't know How would you know? How would they know? No one knows? I guess i'll pull it up I'll save this up You're an angel That blows up in the middle of the room Get along with others Please my bee Tell me here If you want To take my hand Você é como chiclete Gruda na minha mente Quando a gente anda Todos olham pra gente Tenho cabeça quente, esse é meu charme É que eu tenho kin no CHARIZARD Oh salty as fucked up They say i will blow How would you know? How would they know?