Piloto

At night I hear six rings on my Motorola
Now you understand, it was worth nothing (nothing)
Everything has a price, can I see your face? (your face)
This time I won't be able to go back home (back home)
When you lose the pain that comes doesn't go away (doesn't go away)
I won't argue about something irreversible (irreversible)
I don't want anything I can't have
But if she arrives, I'll change rooms
I want RX7, automotive clothing
Carbon in my teeth and a heart of silver
I know how to keep a secret, I'm always present
I'll live forever if I get home
I don't want blood or to think about anything
I don't want to write about Balenciaga
Give me back my soul
I don't feel anything anymore
This dimension is already misaligned
I'm going home, then

I don't feel anymore
I don't feel anything
Today I don't feel anything
Today I don't feel anything
Today I don't feel, today I don't feel anything
Today I don't feel anything
Go, yah, yah, yah
Yah, Yung Buda, Yung Buda, Yung Buda
Yung Buda, Yung Buda, Yung Buda
Ayy, ahn

Sequence that works, smells like Firestone
Scratched, but the kit is Yokohama
In a square car with few pixels
I step on the gas, I'm Baki Hanma
I drift and she licks me
I'll take a picture, blow your mind
If the game is dirty, I'm Dalai Lama
Dust in your eye and you see nothing
I see everything, the city in a coma
Lies, man, I don't hear anything
Cloned phone and she calls me
Horse without a saddle is her naked
I have two gallons of pure bomb
Injecting nitro, fucking, crushing
If she loved you, there wouldn't be a way
She'd give it to you first and leave a mark
Talked about my clothes, she found it senseless
I looked at your clothes, I found it dull
I have more hatred than the Taliban
Me and my guys put you in the trunk
With snake skin covering the gearshift
Just shift, I turn off
You can't find me
Now I'm just waiting for the time
Looking for all the missing pieces