Domingo

Yeh, yeh
Dedicated to my black guys from the corner
And to all the dudes from the neighborhood
Who waste their lives
Bad singers
Yeh, yeh
Yeah, yeah

My throne is lost in the underground
My honor is something they will never buy
That shit burns, I have to forget
That damn bitch wants to kill us
We must differentiate the essential level
Evidence of my beliefs in random experiences
A coffee and thinking, little faith in the altar
Give me a break, life, I want to escape
No, don't bother my pack
Is that their life? I don't believe anything
Don't aim if the gun is not loaded
With an elegant mind and stained Nikes
My plague, joining that outcome
Missing bills, missing luck, missing aces
Crash into their gaze like a kamikaze
MDB, prim', classy neighborhood

MDB, classy neighborhood
Classy neighborhood, classy neighborhood
Haha
Yeh, yeh

Fuck this shit, flat caps and a good beat
In the city, all day looking at bitches
Fuck this shit, they already ask about my crew
In the city, all day rolling weed
Fuck this shit, beauty beauty on my feet
In the city, all day looking at bitches
Fuck this shit, that lady goes with three
In the city, all day rolling weed
Serial and chocolate, nicotine and mate
Few can do it like the cracker did
Love is combat, their heart doesn't beat
Bitches wanting to see us, it's the real state
Get off, her unattainable love
Ha, my indelible dark circles
I smoke on the corner with untrustworthy looks
I spit out drugs of invaluable values

Too late
Too late