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?