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You make noise
Because I'm not the link you dream of
Don't put me in that role
I prefer L-shaped sheets
Just nothing else, no corks on your skin
You don't collect what already comes on your skin
What are you ashamed of? But I already told you
I don't talk about that, no matter how sensitive you are
Like a Compact Disc

You don't arrive and dictate the rules
You sting, you scream, but you never celebrate
Believe me, this is part of the breakdown
I don't want you to be part of the chebras
Stop the shit and snotty collaborations
I'm also tired of having rigorous discussions
And no matter how much you come with sly intentions
I don't suffer from love depression
You come and enjoy, perfect, unmark and enjoy
I have no way with cards and roses
Don't you get enough of our, our aggressions and the voice to
Grow up, but I get no rosy expressions
All of this is light and not heavy like Heavy Hitters
This is how you take what you owe and aim
She says what she shouldn't and lots of lies
I don't need that, I don't need Nannies

From the beginning I had seen wild illusions
And your accusations just to see if it sticks
They didn't make sense, the spell didn't work
In this I know I was fucked
Nah, that's enough for
The climate at home is already bad, it continues and doesn't stop
The mouths don't stop, they don't go with your face
My mother only tells me about the places she stares at you
And I try to stop them from continuing
Mom, you're wrong, don't propose a partner to me
He's already been stabbed, do you think it's a flower to smell?
Daughter, you have a degree and he is a barber
Do you think you will have an organized life?
With a companion like that?

Do you want to have a life together
With a companion like that?
You see it arriving and having to put it in the bathroom sometimes
No account and then lose count
And I don't want you to go through what your mother faces
It's not an environment, daughter, you're in the area, feel it
House problems on a daily basis
You want to talk about suffering

You feel free, I'm not shy
My mother raised two children
Only with a minimum wage
Apart from water, electricity and gas
Expenses that the house brings
Time delays and you don't give
For her passing by you
Like a candle burning weed
Do you feel me sleeping with weed
I think if I'm already going to be here
Since back in a day

And it's good that you put it
In the middle of your conscience
Only my mother changes
My means of survival
And it's your requests that tire my patience
I shit on your parents, if they think
That I look ugly
Please don't believe me
There are still those who criticize
Without knowing the type first
Of people who have in the cubico