Domingo

Yeah, yeah
Dedicated to my black people on the corner
And to all the guys in the neighborhood
Who waste their lives
Bad singers
Yeah, yeah
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 fucking bitch wants to kill us
We must differentiate the essential level
Evidence of my beliefs in random experiences
A coffee and think, little faith in the altar
Give me a break, life, I want to escape
No, don't disturb my pack
Is that your life? I don't believe anything
Do not aim if the weapon is not loaded
With an elegant mind and stained Nikes
My plague, joining that outcome
Missing bills, missing luck, missing aces
Crash into his gaze like a kamikaze
MDB, prim', classy neighborhood

MDB, a classy neighborhood
Classy neighborhood, classy neighborhood
Ha ha
Yeah, yeah

Fuck this shit, flat caps and a good beat
Around the city, all day looking at bitches
Fuck this shit, they're already asking for my click
Around the city, rolling weed all day long
Fuck this shit, beauty beauty on my feet
Around the city, all day looking at bitches
Fuck this shit, that lady goes with three
Around the city, rolling weed all day long
Cereal and chocolate, nicotine and mate
Few can do it like the cracker did
Love is combat, its heart does not beat
Whores wanting to see us, it's the real estate
Come down, your unattainable love
Yes, my indelible dark circles
I smoke in the corner with untrustworthy glances
I spit out drugs of priceless value

Very late
Very late