Do Re Mi (feat. Dillom)

Dude
Your girlfriend's dream, your boyfriend's nightmare
Dude
Hey! (handsome)
Black-Black-Blackthoven, eh

Your girlfriend's all over me
Your boyfriend's pulling on my ear
Your face is such a drag
In the end, I’ll knock you out (in the end, I’ll knock you out)

I feel death creeping in
I feel life slipping away
I feel death creeping in
I feel life slipping away

I want a Subaru Impreza (-preza)
To escape from this sadness
But something's holding me back (back, ueh)
It’s like there’s a fence (fence)
You talk like an old lady's choir (old lady)
I work hard like a bee (-bee)

Wanna know the moral?
Love pushes you away from three houses (handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome)
Everything that you don’t
L, I’m sorry, sorry, bro
I dream awake and asleep
D, do-re-mi-do

Everything that you don’t
L, I’m sorry, sorry, bro
I dream awake and asleep
D, do-re-mi-do

Who pissed on you, who peed on you?
I pulled it out and it was all over
I knocked you all down like dominoes
I’m the best, even if you say I’m not

This track can screw anyone (handsome, -anyone)
It’s like burning in a bonfire (handsome, -fire)
Or falling down a staircase (handsome, -staircase)
I recorded it with my dick out (handsome, out)

I feel my life slipping away (slipping away)
If I die, a kiss for my mom
The skinny guy's waiting for me in Ezeiza
The flight lands at 6 A.M
We’re all good, the kids (kids)
I’ll leave you, I know it hurts (hurts)
Your ass is size XL

I whip it out on TV (TV)
Blue eyes like VVS
I’m on the map like GPS
Almost but no, I didn’t off myself
Your mom listens to me like Luis Miguel

I got the machete like Friday the 13th
I think I’ve said it about twenty times
If you’re gonna talk, better make it interesting
I’ll grab it and she’ll call me in nine months

I don’t give a shit who you pray to
Bitch, don’t talk to me about nonsense anymore
After three Valium, I’m in reckless mode
Playing naked like the Chili Peppers
I feel my death creeping in

People look at me and back off
I’ll rip the eyebrows off a rapper
I’m sitting in Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Do-re-mi-do, her mari-do fell asleep
They say I’m the best
They’re right, I forgot
Fuck your ho, I don’t ask for forgiveness

There’s no room left in my heart
Dressed like a Wachiturro in Lacoste
Ripped jeans like Johnny Ramone, ey, uh

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