DO RE MI (part. Pimp Flaco)

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

Your girlfriend sucks my dick
Your boyfriend talks my ear off
Your face is very lazy
In the end, I kick your head (in the end, I kick your head)

I feel death approaching
I feel life drifting away
I feel death approaching
I feel life drifting away

I want a Subaru Impreza (-preza)
To escape from sadness
But there's something that doesn't let me (let me, yeah)
It's like there's a gate (gate)
You talk like an old lady choir (old lady)
I work hard like a bee (-bee)

Do you want to know the moral?
Three houses distance love (handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome)
Everything you don't
L, sorry, sorry, bro
I dream awake and asleep
D, do-re-mi-do
Everything you don't
L, sorry, sorry, bro
I dream awake and asleep
D, do-re-mi-do

Who peed on you, who urinated on you?
I took it out and everything ended
I threw you all like dominoes
I'm the best and even if you say no
This song fucks anyone (handsome, -one)
It's like burning in a bonfire (handsome, -fire)
Or falling down a staircase (handsome, -case)
I recorded it with my dick out (handsome, out)

I feel my life drifting away (drifting away)
If I die, a kiss for my mom
El Flaco waits for me in Ezeiza
The flight lands at 6AM
We're all good, the kids are fancy (kids)
I leave you, I know it hurts (hurts)
Your ass size XL

I pull out my dick on TV (TV)
Blue eyes like VVS
I'm on the map like GPS
Almost but no, I didn't commit suicide
Your mom listens to me like Luis Miguel

I have the machete like Friday the 13th
I think I've said it about twenty times
If you're going to talk, better make it interesting
I take her and she calls me nine months later

I don't give a shit who you pray to
Bitch, don't talk nonsense to me anymore
After three Valium, I'm in reckless mode
Playing without clothes like Chili Peppers
I feel my death approaching
People look at me and walk away
I rip the rapper's eyebrows off
I feel like Texas Chainsaw Massacre

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

There's no more room in my heart
Like a Wachiturro, I dress in Lacoste
Ripped pants like Johnny Ramone, hey, uh