Buenos Aires
C.R.O
Good Airs
Baby, I got this life
Baby, I got this life
Baby, I got this life, don't know why
But all that shine looks good on me
I'm flying through the air
Touching down in Good Airs, yeah
Counting a hundred million
Now I live on vacation
She comes to find me
She's a devil, she wants to climb, no
I woke up with her
We went at it until the sun came up
She's a devil, she's a—
Always surrounded by those bad babes
Some say they hate me, others say they love me
I count money in bed
I go out in a full Dolce & Gabbana outfit
And it's already dawn
Now when I wake up, my watch is shining
She doesn't want love
She wants to run away with me, she's better off with me
She met me at full throttle
And we woke up out of nowhere
She was dressed all in Prada
Baby, I got this life, don't know why
But all that shine looks good on me (yeah, yeah)
I'm flying through the air
Touching down in Good Airs, yeah
Counting a hundred million
Now I live on vacation
She comes to find me
She's a devil, she wants to climb, no
Counting a hundred million
Now I live on vacation
She comes to find me
In Good Airs she can find me
Ivo
