No abuses de mi inspiración.
No acuses a mi corazón,
tan maltrecho y ajado que está cerrado por derribo
por las arrugas de mi voz
se filtra la desolación
de saber que estos son los últimos versos que te escribo.
Para decir con Dios a los dos nos sobran los motivos.
Wanna play?
Let's start the game
tobalstylo está in the mood for gaming
coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine
gotta-gotta be down because i want it all
it started out with a kiss how did it end up like this?
it was only a kiss
it was only a kiss
now im falling asleep
and shes calling a cab
while hes having a smoke
and shes taking the drag
now they are going to bed and my stomache is sick
and its all in my head
but shes touching his chest now
he takes off her dress now, let me go
i just cant look its killing me
and taking control
jealousy
turning saints into the sea
turning through sick lullabies
joking on your alibis
but its just the price i pay
destiny is calling me
open up my eager eyes
cause im mr stupid.
ah la la
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